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I wrote some fantasy stories about bondage, and somehow a dog crept into the tale.

I could not tell if anyone was reading them, so a friend told me to move them to literotica.com, where people not only read (and number of reads is recorded), but also can vote. Link to those stories here.

However, that site allows tales of werewolves, etc. – but not plain old dog (read “beastiality”) stories.

So those stories had to stay here. And just recently, they rejected a story I wrote at the specific request of a reader, because it was “too non-consenting” even though they never got to read part 02, or understand this is the fantasy HE found gratifying. Heavy, heavy sighs. So, you get to read “Martin’s Torment” here, if you wish.

I emphasize they are fantasy. I do not advocate trying any of this stuff.

In fact, the best fantasies often lose their magic, if a person tries to make them reality.

If even the thought of beastiality or heavy bondage bothers you… stop now… read no farther.

By the way. I have to alter the publishing dates on these, so they will be presented in the correct order. Postings actually started early in 2014. The numbers in parentheses indicate the order of creation.

I probably should’ve seen it coming. In hindsight, there were a lot of clues. Barbara had me wearing my collar for longer and longer periods. More and more, she called me pet, rather than my name. She enjoyed clipping a leash to my collar and making me walk around on all fours at her side – inside the house, and in good weather, often in darkness, outside around the house. So I should not have been surprised the evening that I returned home from work and was summoned to the basement. There, to my chagrin, I found that Barbara had installed a cage for me – actually, it looked more like a kennel! And sure enough, there was a water dish on the floor. And next to it there was a food dish, containing my supper! Barbara had me put on my leash (I did not wear it to work), strip to my underwear, and get down on my hands and knees. Then I had to eat my dinner without using my hands, while Barbara watched, highly amused. As I pressed my face into my food dish, I have never felt so humiliated in my life. I felt that the only thing that could make me sink lower would be having an audience, also watching. This gave me the horrifying idea that Barbara might take my food and water dish to the bondage club sometime, and have me feed in front of a crowd. My heart hammered in my chest, and my face and cheeks flushed a deep red, as I considered this. I sincerely hope that Barbara cannot read my mind.

When it came to be bedtime, I received the ‘privilege’ of sleeping in my kennel. That first night, Barbara did not lock me in – she just demanded that I remain in my kennel until she called me in the morning. Thank goodness she supplied me with lots of blankets. The basement can be rather cold, and it is certainly dark when the light is out, and the strange noises were rather unsettling. But I guess a person can get used to almost anything. Over a period of time, my kennel became familiar to me. And gradually, it became my home within our home. It felt safe to be enclosed in it. I want to emphasize at this point that this is not all that Barbara and I were doing. Rather, I am focusing on how this aspect of our relationship developed.

As the weather outside became nicer, Barbara became bolder. She began taking me for walks in the nearby woods. Thank goodness she supplied me with pads for my hands, my knees, and my feet. Walking on all fours for extended periods of time was arduous enough, without having to deal with abrasions. We did not spend much time on the well-traveled trails – we struck off into the isolation of the deeper woods. This suited me fine, both from the standpoint of the humiliation I would suffer if we encountered anyone – me being walked like a dog on a leash; and from the standpoint that as the weather got hotter, Barbara had me wearing skimpier and skimpier clothes. And, since we never seemed to encounter anyone – ultimately she had me walking naked, except for my pads!

And then she got the brilliant idea of taking other dogs along with us on our walks! She tested the idea by offering to walk the dogs of some of our friends – just to see how this worked out. So sometimes I shuffled through the forest trying to keep up with Barbara, who had a dog straining on a leash before her. And of course, the dog wanted to move a lot faster than I could. Barbara encouraged me to keep up – first by using whatever branch she might encounter on the forest floor – twitching it crossed my bare ass; later, she took to carrying a riding crop with her for this purpose. Many times I returned from our walks with brightly reddened butt cheeks!

Barbara tried taking two dogs along on our walks a couple of times – but this did not work out well. Trying to control two tugging dogs, while also trying to drag me along proved fairly impossible. And of course, the two dogs well out in the lead, were pissing and marking territory as they went. And many times I had the awful feeling of crawling through some suspiciously wet patches on the ground. For the most part, the dogs ignored me – too excited to be outdoors on such nice days. I suppose in their little doggie brains, they may have been curious why a human was crawling down at their level on these trips. But other things – like scents that only they could smell, or the scurrying of chipmunks and squirrels – held more interest for them.

It was not too long before I came home one day to find two surprises. One was a new kennel down in the basement next to mine. The second was Bruno, a good-sized German Shepherd – our new dog, and my kennel mate! I have no idea where Barbara purchased him. She merely said it was from a dog trainer friend of hers. Bruno, no longer a puppy, was already house broken. And he did seem well behaved. He offered me his paw to shake hands when commanded to do so. He sat quickly and eagerly on command, his bright eyes glancing back and forth from Barbara to me, awaiting our bidding. He even licked my face in a doggie kiss when I sat on the floor near him. Now Bruno and Bruno alone accompanied Barbara and me on our walks in the woods. And after his initial excitement at exploring this new territory, he settled right down like a good boy and seemed content to just walk by my side as I crawled along. So Barbara seldom had to encourage me to move faster, which spared me from getting my ass whipped so often. So all seemed to be working out well.

And then I got my period.

And quickly Bruno got very interested in my crotch. I could be walking upright around the house and he would come over and press his nose up between my thighs and sniff furiously. The first time he did this, it surprised me so much I shrieked and leapt into the air! Luckily, I was wearing a pad, so his cold wet nose only touched that and my inner thigh. Later that day, on our walk, he ambled even more slowly – falling slightly behind me. My all fours position made my crotch very available to his inquiring muzzle. Barbara seemed amused by his interest, and did nothing to dissuade him. And once, when he nudged me a little too ambitiously, I turned my head in his direction to say “Bruno! Stop that!” My eye caught what seemed to be a flash of scarlet under Bruno’s belly. I had never seen a dog’s cock before, so I was not quite sure what it was that had flashed before my eyes. I was soon to learn!

Several days later, my period had passed – the pads and tampons were gone. I thought that perhaps Bruno would now lose interest in my crotch, but I was wrong. Time and time again he would come up and press his muzzle between my thighs, and now his cold wet nose did indeed bump my sex! Barbara, seeing this, made me sit naked in a chair. She had me scoot my ass forward to the very edge of the chair seat, place my thighs wide apart, and hold my labia open with my fingers. Bruno looked at this display quizzically, tilting his head from side to side. Barbara said “It’s okay, boy. Have a good sniff.”

Encouraged, Bruno shuffled forward, butting his nose right against my clit, and inhaled deeply. He then snorted, his hot breath washing over my open cunt! This made me jerk slightly. But I jerked a lot more when his long hot tongue suddenly slurped out of his mouth and smacked wetly along the entire length of my sex! I shrieked and started to move when Barbara’s command rang out: “Hold still!” I froze in the chair. Bruno, not having been chastised for licking me, must have understood this to indicate approval. He continued to lick my cunt, lapping happily away enthusiastically! He was very thorough, his tongue reaching as low as my ass hole, and as high as my clit, covering all the territory in between. I was mortified – allowing an animal to lick my most intimate parts! The hot flush of embarrassment that started in my face quickly spread down my neck, and across my chest. Barbara merely acted surprised and amused by what was happening. It was only later that I learned the truth about Bruno.

My initial shrieks of dismay were gradually turning into moans of pleasure. My pussy had been kissed and licked many times in my past – but never like this! Never with such a long wet tongue, which was now plowing deeper between my labia, now darting in and out of my vagina! And never, never, this enthusiastically! My moans of pleasure turned into a groan of dismay when Barbara suddenly said “Enough, Bruno” and pulled him – with some effort – away from my groin. I sat in the chair, shaking – torn between the embarrassment of what it just happened and the perverse desire for more. I did not have long to wait.

Barbara made me lay down on the floor on my back, and again spread my thighs apart. Bruno needed no more encouragement, rushing to his target the moment Barbara released him. And that magic tongue again went to work! I did not have to hold my labia open for him – his tongue quickly plowed them wide apart, and dove again deeply into my vagina. Over and over again his tongue speared into me! He danced from side to side, changing his angle of attack, apparently trying to find the best angle to scoop out my innermost fluids, which by now were flowing freely! My heart was racing, my breath was ragged – I felt my fists clenching and unclenching, my tummy muscles fluttering! Bruno was about to make me cum! My head was slowly thrashing from side to side. At one point, when I was looking to my left, Bruno also danced his torso to my left, and then I saw it clearly! From the furry sheath that hung under his belly, a long, glistening scarlet cock had emerged! It waved back and forth with his dancing, and his excitement was evident by the drops dripping from the hole at its tip! I’m ashamed to say it, but the sight of that cock triggered my orgasm! I cried out loudly as my pussy convulsed, pumping my nectar into Bruno’s face! His tongue quickly jerked out of my cunt, so he could more easily lap up all the juices spewing from me! I think the intensity of my orgasm must’ve made me faint – the room spun as I sank briefly into unconsciousness. When I came to, shortly thereafter, Bruno was licking both me and the floor more slowly, cleaning up every drop he could find. Barbara was staring at this performance, wide-eyed, with a huge smile on her face.

Having finished with his cleanup duties, Bruno sat down on his haunches. To my amazement, that scarlet cock of his was still out of its sheath. Barbara caught me looking intently at that cock, and said “Go ahead, my pet, touch it!” I have always had a strong streak of curiosity, so I did not hesitate very long before I slowly reached out. I was watching Bruno carefully, alert to any sign that he might object strongly, perhaps viciously, to my touching him there. My fingertip made contact with the shaft of the cock, and gently stroked along its length. Bruno did not jerk away, did not growl. He made a strange whimpering sound, which I ultimately decided was a doggy equivalent of a moan. Emboldened, I began stroking his cock with several fingertips. The texture felt like warm velvet – rather intoxicating. It was also hot, engorged with blood as it was, and as I squeezed it gently between my fingers, I could feel it throbbing with his heartbeat! What an amazing feeling!

But then Barbara said something that made me gasp! “Go ahead, my pet, lick it!” In my mind, I was thinking: “Touch my tongue to a nasty dog cock? Eeeeeeeuuuwwwww!” But out loud I just said “Please Mistress, not that!” She retaliated: “Why not? It’s only fair. He licked you. Now you lick him.” I started to object further “But…” And I was shocked when her hand quickly slapped my face and she said “This is not a debate! I gave you a command! Lick that cock now!” I felt the fire in my cheek from the slap, as I slid my body closer to Bruno. I was rolled up on my side, my face fairly close to his cock. But still I hesitated, sniffing carefully, trying to judge from the scent what the taste might be like. Apparently, Barbara was getting exasperated by my hesitancy, because suddenly her open palm cracked harshly across my upper ass cheek! “Get to it!” she commanded.

My ass smarting, I extended my tongue, and carefully licked the shaft. My first impression was saltiness, and there was an earthy mustiness scent around his cock. The surface was smooth and warm – not disagreeable at all. Bruno again made that whimpering sound, which encouraged me to continue licking. I felt terribly naughty, but the more I got into the experience, the more erotic it became. Doing something so completely forbidden! And Barbara too was making sounds of encouragement, telling me what a good job I was doing. And then she said to me “Suck it.” In an instant, I realized that that is exactly what I wanted to do – I had just been waiting for an excuse. I licked my way up to the tip of the cock, to where the tiny hole was dripping a clear fluid. I slipped my mouth around the head of Bruno’s cock, engulfing a couple of inches of it. Bruno made his whimpering sound, and scooted his hips forward slightly. Barbara came forward and began petting his head, steadying him and telling him he was a good boy. I began sucking, tasting the clear fluid leaking from him. Barbara warned me not to touch his balls, and I obeyed without thinking – only wondering later how she knew that. But at that moment I was lost in the sensations I was experiencing – the warm, smooth rod throbbing in my mouth, the earthy smell of dog filling my nostrils, the texture of his cock skin sliding over my lips as I bobbed my head while sucking, the taste of the tiny trickle of fluid passing over my tongue and down my throat.

I don’t know how much time passed as I sucked on that marvelous cock. There may have been some warning sign, but if there was, I was completely unaware of it. Suddenly, Bruno came, catching me completely by surprise! His jet of cum hosed into my mouth! The blast was so voluminous that I felt my cheeks puff out, trying to contain all that fluid! Since I had been sucking, I inadvertently swallowed some of it before I knew what was happening. I was even more surprised to learn that Bruno’s cum was rather sweet tasting – in some ways, better tasting than a man’s cum! (Yes, I have tasted cum from various men – more about that in some future story.) When Bruno’s cock stop spurting, I slipped my mouth off of it, pursing my lips tightly to not spill his semen on the floor. I turned and looked at Barbara, who began laughing, see my cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk. She said “I guess you’ll just have to swallow it – all of it.” I’m sure my eyes widened in shock at this command, but my throat started working. Swallow after swallow – sweet dog cum traveling down my throat into my stomach. Barbara watched intently – observing the working of my throat muscles, and the gradual diminishing of the puffing of my cheeks. When I stopped, she told me to open my mouth. I did, and she looked inside. Seeing that I had emptied it completely, she patted my head saying “Good girl.” She then patted Bruno’s head, saying “Good boy.” And after feeding and watering us, she put her pets away in their respective kennels for the night.

The next day, around midday, Barbara brought out a low padded bench. She had me strip and kneel down next to it, and stretch my torso face down onto its surface. She then cuffed and chained me, so I was completely restrained. Then she brought Bruno into the room. I had a premonition of what was about to occur, and I began shaking, looking over my shoulder at the two of them. Now Bruno was straining at his leash, and Barbara gave him a little slack, enough to let his muzzle approach my behind. He began licking me with that long, marvelous tongue. When I was thoroughly wet, and not just a little bit aroused, Barbara pulled Bruno back and made him sit. Looking over my shoulder, I saw her raise a whistle to her lips. When she blew it, I heard nothing but some air emerging from the whistle, but apparently Bruno could hear it. He romped forward, lunged his front paws onto my back, and I felt his wet hot cock stabbing blindly between my ass cheeks! Barbara came forward, leaned down, and, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, guided Bruno’s cock into my pussy!

Once he found the hole, he knew what to do! His cock surged into my vagina, and he began hammering away! I had never felt anything like this before! His hips banging into my ass with a rapid rhythm, each jerk ramming his cock deep inside me! I screamed when he first plunged into me, and might’ve tried to pull away if I had not been so securely bound. But his pre-cum fluids, mixing with my vaginal fluids, quickly lubricated my tunnel. And the initial pain of being taken so violently quickly gave way to intense pleasure! Soon I was moaning and shaking, and trying to assist Bruno in fucking me – his new bitch! It felt so good, I try to hold back my orgasm – but the rapid fire fucking I was receiving sent me spiraling over the edge, and I started howling as the orgasmic release overpowered me! Through the convulsions coursing through my body as I came, I was dimly aware that Bruno too had reached his peak. His cock began spewing his hot jizz into my rippling, sucking cunt! And then Bruno dismounted, his cock slipping from my hole – dog semen starting to ooze from its gaping opening! I heard a clicking sound, and turned my head to see that Barbara was snapping pictures! A wave of mortification swept over me as I realized she had probably photographed the entire event! My heart leapt into my throat as I began to wonder who might see those photographs someday.

And so I learned that Bruno was a specially trained dog. Barbara’s dog trainer friend was raising and training ‘sex dogs’. Bruno’s signal was that silent whistle that Barbara used. And then MY training began. I cannot hear the whistle – I can only hear the rush of air as Barbara blows it. But when she does, Bruno makes a special growl and bumps into me. I learned that when he does this, Barbara wants me to drop to all fours, ready to be mounted. If I am wearing panties, which admittedly is a rare event, I must strip them off fast – Bruno gets very impatient. I also learned to quickly reach behind myself and guide Bruno into the proper hole. He doesn’t care much which hole takes, as long as he can penetrate me. And that huge cock feels better in my cunt than in my ass! After he scratched my back a couple of times in his enthusiasm, Barbara had me create small booties for him, to pad his paws. Once he seem to associate the booties with sex, he made no objection to wearing them on a regular basis.

One day we were on our woods walk, and I was completely naked except for the pads on my hands, knees, and feet. Suddenly, unexpectedly, Barbara blew the whistle. I was already on all fours, but I stopped and lowered my head and shoulders even closer to the ground, raising my ass up – a position I found that made it easy for Bruno to mount correctly. He lunged up onto me, and speared me beautifully – his burgeoning cock ramming directly into my cunt! He started fucking me furiously, perhaps invigorated by the fresh air and being out in nature! His delicious hammering at my sex seemed even faster and harder than usual. And his hind paws were digging into the earth, propelling him forward on my back as he screwed me. And then I felt something completely new – the knot at the base of his cock started pushing at my vaginal entrance! And with a huge push and a lunge, he shoved the knot completely inside my vagina, stretching it painfully! I suppressed a shriek, clapping my jaws tightly together, and trying to relax my vaginal muscles! Bruno had knotted me! Barbara had warned that this could happen sometime, and cautioned me that if it ever did I should make no attempt to immediately free myself. Doing so could injure both me and Bruno. So I held myself perfectly still, tears leaking from my eyes as he continued to fuck me.

After only a couple more thrusts, he began to cum! My cunt was sealed! His scalding jet of dog semen had no place to go but deeper inside me! There was so much fluid, it almost felt like he was pissing into my pussy! I imagined that if anyone was looking at my belly, they would see it swelling with his cum! And then he stopped, slipping off of my back, both of us panting. He managed to turn around, so that his ass bumped against my ass, his cock still locked in my cunt. He gave a tiny tug, which must have pained us both, because we both winced, and then stood still. Then I had an incredulous sensation – even though he was not pounding into me, Bruno started coming again – squirting even more semen into my sealed womb! I was beginning to wonder if my private parts could explode from so much pressure when we heard the voices! People were walking near us in the woods, talking with each other! At any moment they might come upon us and see me like this! A naked woman on her hands and knees stuck on the end of a huge dogs cock! Obviously a dog fucking bitch! I thought I had been humiliated earlier in my life, but nothing approached this! Barbara had knelt down by Bruno’s head, holding him and keeping him quiet. The voices got louder and nearer. My heart hammered in my chest, my face and neck were hot with blood from the shame I felt. And then the voices started to fade away – the people were passing us by, and had not seen us. I wanted to heave a sigh of relief, but I was afraid to make a sound. The next 10 or 15 minutes – the time it took for Bruno’s knot to deflate and finally slip out of me – seemed like an eternity. Barbara seemed very unconcerned about our close call. Needless to say, that was not the last time that Bruno fucked me in the woods.

It started out as a fairly ordinary day. That is, if you consider it ordinary to find yourself kneeling, collared, on your hands and knees, naked, as your Mistress uses you as a footstool while she reads the paper. I was enjoying the sensation of her bare feet resting on my back, occasionally brushing my buttocks as she crossed her long, shapely legs from time to time. Sunlight was streaming through the window, warming the room, and the soft rustling sounds of her turning pages were lulling me into a drowsy state. And then there was a knock on our door. Bruno, our dog, was resting in our cool basement in his cage. Even if he heard that knock, he had been trained not to bark unless commanded to do so. Of course, that is not the full extent of his training, as you well know if you have been reading my stories.

“Answer the door, pet,” my Mistress ordered, and moved her foot to give my butt a gentle push as she removed her feet. She had not told me to crawl to the door, so I use the opportunity to stand up, rubbing my knees to return more circulation to them. As I approached the door, I suffered a brief qualm, glancing down at my unclothed body. I had no idea who was on the other side of that door – a neighbor? A delivery man? Someone selling something? It could be anyone. My Mistress seemed very nonchalant about my nudity. Trying to hide most of my body behind the door, I turned the knob and slowly opened it a tiny amount to peek outside. I knew that whoever was there would still be able to see my collar, but I hoped they would assume it was just an ornate choker.

I could not contain my gasp of surprise at the sight that greeted my eyes! Standing on our doorstep, smiling her great beaming smile, was Susan! What a fantastic surprise! Without hesitation, I threw the door wide open, and dropped to my knees to greet her. “Mistress Susan is here!” I called out. “Greetings, Mistress.”

Barbara called out “Come on in, Susan!” Susan stepped inside, and the moment she did, I bent forward to her feet, holding each one between my hands, and lovingly kissing its instep. It did not even occur to me that the door was wide open, and anyone walking by would have a very good chance to see a naked girl kneeling, and kissing the feet of the woman before her. I actually doubt I would’ve cared very much, I was so happy to see Susan again.

Once I let go of her feet, Susan walked past me to greet Barbara with a big hug, leaving me to close the door, and follow. They then set down on the sofa to chat and catch up with one another. Without being told to do so, I scrambled over before them, and again knelt down on my hands and knees in my footstool position. Without a break in their conversation, they both casually placed their feet up onto my body – Barbara’s bare feet, alongside of Susan’s feet, still encased in her lovely black leather pumps. Susan asked how my training was coming along, and I blushed delicately as Barbara recounted some of our more lurid adventures. I knew that it was inevitable that sooner or later Barbara would mention Bruno, and I trembled at that thought. I knew that Susan was tolerant of many things – but I feared she might find that aspect of my life disgusting. Since Barbara had kept me awake most of the night, amusing herself with me, I soon found myself dozing off in the warm sunshine.

But I snapped fully alert when I heard Susan say, “A dog? Really?”

“Yes,” Barbara replied. “Would you like to see?”

“Oh yes! I would love to.”

Barbara then addressed me, “Pet, crawl and fetch Bruno.”

“Yes Mistress.” I moved out from under their feet and started crawling towards the basement on my hands and knees, acutely aware that both women were probably eyeing my naked buttocks as I moved away from them.

“Oh, and bring him on his leash.”

“Yes Mistress”, I answered, and continued my journey, down the basement steps – not easy to do on my hands and knees. Bruno was happy to see me, and seemed to smile as I snapped his leash to his collar. Since I was crawling, I had to take the other end of the leash between my teeth. I began crawling up the basement steps, Bruno trailing behind. His position made it easy for him to sniff my ass in his doggy way, and once or twice be surprised me with a quick lick. I crawled over to Barbara, and she took his leash from my mouth.

She introduced Susan to Bruno, letting him sniff her hand, informing him she was a friend. “He is very well trained,” Barbara remarked.

“Pet, get in position for Bruno to drink,” Barbara commanded me.

I moved to the center of the room, swung around from a crawling position to a faceup-sitting position, and leaned back onto my elbows. I then spread my legs and thighs wide apart, exposing myself fully, feeling hot flush creep from my face down my neck as a result of this obscene display. Bruno focused his attention on me, but sat motionless, awaiting Barbara’s command. Barbara let some time pass with this tableau, enjoying her control of her two pets. Finally she said “Bruno, drink.” Quickly the dog moved between my legs, and his long wet tongue began lapping at my sexual folds. I’m sure my flush deepened with my awareness of Susan’s eyes focused on Bruno’s tongue lapping at my pussy.

The first beads of my nectar began to emerge from between my labia, and I moaned as Bruno intensified his efforts – his tongue now prying my lips apart, and spearing deeper into my tunnel. Occasionally, as his muzzle moved forward, his cold wet nose bumped against my rapidly swelling clit. Barbara can read me well, and she was watching carefully. Just as I felt the beginnings of an orgasm, she called out, “Bruno – enough! Come here!” He obediently stopped and went to sit at her feet, leaving me splayed open, moaning like a bitch in heat! Both Barbara and Susan were wearing huge smiles at my dismay, bringing back memories of earlier times when they were both tormenting me.

Susan asked Barbara, “Does Bruno do more than lick?”

“Certainly,” Barbara answered. “Let me show you. Pet, turn over onto your hands and knees.” Aroused as I was, I did not hesitate, assuming the position, orienting my backside toward the sofa. “Better make it elbows and knees,” Barbara amended.

Barbara did not pause very long this time, soon giving Bruno the command. “Bruno – Mount!” I was able to look backward along my body, watching Bruno move towards me. I heard a gasp escape Susan’s lips as she saw Bruno’s glistening scarlet cock beginning to slip out of its furry sheath. Bruno paused briefly to lick my cunt lips apart, and then I felt the weight of his paws on my back and the hot wetness of his cock beginning to stab at my crotch, seeking my tunnel. Being well practiced, in seconds he found his target! I groaned aloud as his thick hot cock rammed deep into my vagina, stretching its walls! And then he began bucking his hips, pounding into me hard and fast! Sensing a question that was rising fast in my mind, Barbara told me, “Yes my pet – you may cum. Put on a good show for Susan – cum as many times as you can.”

It did not take long.

My first orgasm erupted deep in my core, making me scream with the intensity of it! Bruno was used to making such sounds rip from my throat – his fucking did not miss a beat! And my second orgasm followed quickly, as I felt Bruno’s cock twitch inside my cunt, and begin spewing his doggy cum, flooding it! When he finished, he slipped off my back, withdrawing his slippery cock from my vaginal tunnel, leaving it gaping open in plain sight of both Barbara and Susan. My inner walls were still rippling and spasming, and I could feel these movements causing his cum to ooze from my opening, drizzle down my slit, and drip onto the floor between my still-spread knees. What a sight I must have presented – a moaning bitch, freshly used. But Bruno was not finished with me – not by a long shot! He turned in a tight circle, and again mounted my back. His rapidly thickening prick again drilled into my still oozing hole. He rammed it deep, pulling at my hips with his paws. I felt drops of his saliva sprinkling onto my back from his lolling tongue, as he panted above me. At first, I felt the fur of his cock sheath nudging at my labia.

But soon I moaned loudly because I felt something different – the swollen knot at the base of his cock began pressing at my opening. As it touched me, some instinct triggered within him, and he growled and shoved really hard with his hips. I did not even have enough time to scream at the sudden stretching pain before I felt the knot pop into me, sealing my opening! Bruno’s hips still moved with effort, but his cock was now wedged inside me, and could produce very little internal movement. But there was still enough movement for it to grind against some of my most sensitive spots, and my belated scream from the knot penetration quickly turned into a series of howls! Howls of pleasure as orgasm after orgasm began rumbling through my body! And somewhere, during them, Bruno began to cum again – but this time my cunt was sealed – there was no place for his sperm to go but inward! It flooded what little space remained in my vagina, and then surged further inward, filling my womb to capacity! It may have been my imagination, but there was so much dog semen being pumped into me, that it felt like my belly was distending! Dully, through the haze of my orgasms, I wondered if Barbara or Susan could see me swelling. Finally, Bruno seem to have spent all of his seed – his hips stopped moving. Tied to me by his knot, he could not dismount – he just lowered his torso down along my back, panting quietly, slumped on his freshly fucked bitch.

Resting now with my eyes closed, I heard Barbara and Susan get off of the sofa and walk over for a closer look. From the location of her voice, Barbara must’ve been stooped near my head, petting Bruno’s head, telling him what a good boy he was. And then my humiliation deepened as I felt a pair of hands, which must’ve belonged to Susan, prodding my labia apart. Obviously, she wanted a good look at how Bruno’s knot looked, buried in my pussy! She tugged at my labia making soft ooing and ahhing sounds as her examination continued. At one point her fingertip inadvertently nudged my still quivering clit, making my hips move involuntarily, producing a “yip” from Bruno, and a “yelp” from me at the pain that this movement caused. “Sorry Bruno”, Susan said, perhaps more concerned about him than me. “How long will they stay locked together?” she asked Barbara.

“It varies,” was the reply. “But usually no longer than a half an hour, sometimes much shorter. Maybe we should have a cup of tea while we wait,” Barbara suggested. So off they went to the kitchen, leaving me and my doggie lover locked in our embrace.

After a bit, Bruno slid off my back. And, in a manner I still don’t understand, was able to turn his body to face away from me – standing now with his butt against mine. And so we waited, until his cock swelling subsided enough for his knot to finally pull out of my pussy with a loud sucking, squelching sound, as he scrambled away from me, his paws churning on the floor. As his cock pulled free, a gush of trapped fluids – his mixed with mine – cascaded from my vaginal opening, and down my thighs. I turned slightly, and probably turned a bright beet red, as I saw both Susan and Barbara sitting on the sofa again, calmly sipping their tea as they eyed my messy, well-used, body. I also knew that in a few moments, Barbara was going to tell me to clean up the mess. What I did not know, was whether she would command me to clean it using a sponge and a bucket of water – or – to clean it using only my tongue. Given that she had an audience, I had a sinking feeling which method she would choose.

One day, Susan arrived for a visit with us, and I noticed two things right away when she arrived at our front door. First of all, she was wearing clothes. I know that does not sound unusual to most readers, but you may recall that our Mistress usually demanded that Susan enter our house naked. More importantly was the strange expression on her face – and for that matter, the strange color of her skin. Her complexion was almost ashen. That, combined with the expression I was seeing, drove it home to me – Susan was frightened! “What is wrong, sister?” I asked her, as I took her coat to hang it up. I heard her swallow a couple of times, trying to find her voice, and I saw to my surprise that her hands seem to be shaking.

She finally stammered out, “Mistress says that today…” and her voice trailed off.

“What? I could not hear that, sister.”

In response, she opened her arms and I instinctively stepped into them, embracing her. Her body trembled against mine, and she finally whispered into my ear, “Mistress says that today I will service Bruno.”

At first, I could not comprehend what the fuss was about. Service Bruno? I had done that more times than I can count – well, not that many times I guess – but I had stopped counting. “So?” I asked quizzically.

Susan replied, “Sister – I’m scared. I saw how brutally Bruno took you that time! He’s an animal – a rather savage animal!”

“Oh no! You have that all wrong! Bruno is a good dog – an obedient dog. He does exactly what is told to do, when he is told to do it. He does not attack me without provocation, or do anything like that.”

“But he leapt on you – I saw him do it! And then he hammered into you as you screamed and screamed!”

“Sister, sister – he mounted me when Mistress told him to – that is nothing like leaping on me. And he hammered into me, as you say, because that is the way he fucks – vigorously, as any dog does. And my screams were not of dismay – they were screams of enjoyment! I cannot even try to describe what it feels like to be fucked so wonderfully!”

“Yes,” I answered with a gentle smile. “That is called being knotted, because dogs have a swelling at the base of their cock which is called a knot. But that does not always happen – usually after he cums, he just slips out. If he does knot you, you just need to remain stationary until his swelling goes down. If you try to move it will hurt both of you. He knows that very well, and he does not like being hurt in such a sensitive area, so he will remain motionless also, until the slips free.” I did not think it was time to mention to her that on rare occasions when he knotted me, his cock would sometimes continue to ejaculate into my pussy from time to time, and that I could feel it every time his cock throbbed and squirted! I figured she was worried enough without knowing about that possibility.

But in our discussion, we had lost track of the fact that Mistress was waiting for us. Her voice rang out, dripping with impatience! “Pet! Bitch! Get your asses in here!” We did not even stop to think – we ran! We threw ourselves at her feet, slamming our upper bodies flat on the floor in abject apology.

“Sorry, Mistress. Please forgive us, Mistress,” we implored.

“And what was the reason for the delay?” she demanded. Between the two of us, in an admittedly disjointed fashion, we tried to explain what we had been discussing. Once she finally understood, her first comment was, “Humpfff – afraid of our lovely Bruno?” At this point, of course, Susan was still dressed. “Bitch – if those clothes are not off of your body in 15 seconds, whatever is left will be torn from you.” I have never seen Susan disrobe that fast! She leapt to her feet and her clothes virtually vanished!

“Good,” Mistress said as she nodded. “Now stand still. Pet, go fetch the pads, and strap them to your sister.” I skittered quickly away, not wanting to incur her wrath. I grabbed the pads and raced back. Kneeling next to Susan, I attached them to her legs.

“Now, my bitch – get on all fours!” Her tone of voice indicated no hope of discussion, let alone disobedience. Susan dropped to her knees, and fell forward onto her hands. The pads that I had attached to her protected her knees against the hard floor. “Pet – go fetch Bruno.”

I believe I heard Susan gasp, perhaps in dismay, but I had no choice – I went into the basement, and removed Bruno from his sleeping quarters. He was happy to see me, going up onto his hind paws, resting his front paws on my shoulders, and giving me a wet lick on my cheek. “Good boy,” I said to him. “Upstairs now.” He dropped to the floor and obediently trotted up the steps. Following his body up the steps, I watched him trot into the room and go to our Mistress, sitting down and looking adoringly into her face.

Barbara smiled, and petted him. “Such a good boy,” she said. “Today you get a special treat.”

I saw Susan visibly tremble at these words. Honestly, I could not really understand her fear, having serviced Bruno so many times myself. But the fear of the unknown can be a strong fear. I figured that in a few minutes Susan’s fears would dissipate. I was wrong.

Barbara then picked up a book, and started reading – ignoring Susan as she knelt naked on all fours. Bruno, being a well-trained dog, sat quietly watching Barbara, waiting for her commands. I have said earlier that Bruno responded to silent whistle commands, and verbal commands. Recently, Barbara had trained him also to respond to hand signals, so he was watching her hands closely. She did give a hand signal, but it was to me – to kneel where I was. So here was our tableau – one naked woman kneeling, another naked woman down on all fours, our Mistress sitting on the sofa – reading, and the rather large dog sitting at her feet, watching her every movement. It was so quiet I could hear the clock ticking in the other room. And Susan, still trembling slightly, awaited her Mistress’ pleasure.

After a while, Barbara looked at me and said, “My pet, I think you ought to show your sister what Bruno’s cock looks like up close.”

“Yes Mistress,” I quickly replied, and scrambled over to the area of Susan’s head.

Mistress signaled Bruno to go to me. When he reached us, I whispered to Bruno the word “display”. He promptly laid down on his side in front of Susan. I reached for his furry sheath, being careful not to touch his scrotum – he gets upset being touched there. But he likes my hands on his sheath – I could feel his cock starting to stiffen inside it, and in moments the scarlet colored tip started to emerge. I looked into my sister’s eyes as she stared at the cock, revealing itself. Her eyes widened into a startled expression. The only other time that she had seen Bruno’s cock, it had been buried in my cunt, so she really had no idea of its dimensions. And they are impressive. As he gets excited it gets both longer and thicker. I love the warm, smooth feel of it in my fingers. I carefully pushed the sheath back out of the way until finally Bruno’s knot came into view. I kept my fingers encircling the base of the cock and its knot, holding it for my sister’s perusal. I saw her visibly swallow several times, and I assumed that her mouth had gone dry, and she was trying to wet it.

“What do you think, bitch?” Mistress asked her.

“It’s – huge, Mistress,” was her stammered reply.

“You may as well get used to it,” Mistress told her. “Sniff it.”

Susan obediently lowered her face close to the cock, and inhaled several times.

I saw Susan swallow anew. But then she brought her lips to the center of the cock shaft, planting a delicate kiss. Bruno whined appreciatively. As Susan pulled her lips back away from the cock, I saw her tongue dart out, tentatively tasting the surface of her lips. I knew she was wondering what his cock tasted like.

Mistress knew that also. “Bitch – you may kiss and lick it – really get to know it.”

“Yes Mistress,” she whispered. She began a series of gentle kisses up and down the shaft. She seemed very tentative as she approached the swollen knot area – but she kissed that also. Then she began licking. Her delicate pink tongue stroked over the deeper mottled scarlet colored cock surface, making it glisten with her saliva. Bruno laid very still, with only his tail lightly thumping the floor, and emitting little happy doggie whimpers. His cock swelled even larger and longer, with tiny drops forming at the tip.

Susan made a face that I don’t think that Mistress could see from her angle, but she obeyed. Her tongue lapped carefully at the drops, and then I saw a look of surprise on her face. I don’t know what she expected them to taste like, but I know from experience that they are delicious – at least to me.

Then Mistress said, “You are doing well my little bitch. Now take the head of his cock all the way into your mouth.”

I saw Susan tremble, but in moments her lips parted and she turned her head a little bit sideways and, closing her eyes, slipped the cock into her mouth. Feeling his cock engulfed in her wet warm, Bruno whined happily. My hand was still holding his cock at its base, and I could feel surges of fresh hot blood throbbing into it.

“It does not appear that you are sucking on that cock, are you, bitch?”

Susan did not remove the cock from her mouth, but she shook her head from side to side with tiny movements, indicating ‘no’.

Susan nodded slowly, and I saw her cheeks hollow a tiny bit as she applied a gentle suction. Bruno whined loudly at this. Susan, still down on all fours, sucked gently on that cock for several minutes, most of them with her eyes closed. I assumed she felt humiliated being in this position, and perhaps not staring at the furry underbelly of the dog helped her deal with some aspects of that humiliation.

My hand wrapped around the base of Bruno’s cock felt something occurring, bringing me fully alert. I suddenly saw Susan’s cheeks bulge, and her eyes flew open with a startled expression! Without much warning, Bruno had shot a massive load of dog semen into her mouth! I rather expected her to spit it all out in disgust, but she just knelt there, cheeks all distended with fluid! Later she explained to me that she was very aware that Mistress had said that she did not want anything messing up her floor. She was in a quandary. If Bruno came again – and there was no way that Susan could guess whether he would or not – she would be unable to hold any more of his cum. She also told me later how surprised and pleased she was at the taste of his thin fluid – sweet, with a spicy undertone. Finally, as the shock of his sudden ejaculation wore off, Susan’s throat started working. I could see swallow after swallow coursing down her throat, as the bulge in her cheeks gradually subsided. Mistress, from her vantage point, could see all of this also. A strange smile played across her face as she watched her submissive bitch feeding on her first load of dog cum.

“Good job, my little bitch. When that cock is completely clean, you may remove it from your mouth.”

I saw Susan’s mouth and lips moving for about a minute. She must’ve been using her tongue to wash the cock head and shaft. Then she slipped her lips free with a soft sigh.

“Take Bruno outside, pet, and make sure he has food and water.”

“Yes Mistress,” I acknowledged, and led him out the back door into our secluded backyard. I clipped his collar to his running line, and checked his food and water dishes. Then I returned to the room where Susan remained kneeling.

“Feed your sister in the same manner, my pet.”

I knew what this meant. I fetched two bowls, pouring water into one, and food into the other. I placed them both beneath Susan, within easy reach.

“Go ahead,” Mistress commanded. “Eat and drink.”

Susan flushed a deep shade of scarlet – it looked like her cheeks were on fire. I saw her hesitate, but apparently not long enough for Mistress to get angry. She lowered her face and began slurping at the water, and then moving her head into the feed dish – eating like a dog! When she was finished, I took away the bowls.

Mistress told Susan, “If your arms are getting tired, you may rest the side of your face and your shoulders on the floor, but always keep your ass well up into the air.”

Susan must’ve been tired by then, because she immediately let her head sink to the floor with a sigh of gratitude. Later I was told to bring Bruno back into the room. He bounded in happily, looking keenly and adoringly at his Mistress, awaiting her command. Susan tensed visibly the moment the dog entered the room. Mistress gave Bruno the hand signal for ‘lick’. He immediately went behind Susan, and his long pink tongue began plowing its way along her slit. She shrieked slightly at the initial contact. The lapping sounds created by his tongue filled the quiet room. Those sounds were gradually joined by low moans escaping from Susan’s lips. Then Mistress signaled Bruno to stop, and sit, which he did promptly. I thought that Mistress would signal Bruno to mount Susan now, but I was wrong. Instead, she let minutes pass, gradually stretching into almost an hour, intermittently signaling Bruno to lick – getting Susan aroused – and then stop and sit again. I could not really feel sorry for my sister, even though I knew in a certain way she was being tormented. But Bruno is a fantastic cunnilinguist – better than any man I have ever had. And Susan was getting the benefit of his talents over and over again.

I wondered why my Mistress was taking this approach. Finally, it became obvious to me. Susan, who had started the day fearing being fucked by our dog, began begging and pleading with Barbara. I could hardly believe my ears – she was now begging her Mistress to, “Please, please, please let the dog fuck me!” Every time Bruno licked her, her pleading became louder and more intense!

Barbara looked at me and nodded, so I scooted to kneel next to Susan’s hip, ready to assist Bruno’s aim. Barbara finally issued the command, “Bruno, Mount!” Bruno immediately stopped licking Susan, and reared up to place his paws on her back. His bright red cock was already slipped forward out of his sheath, and I grasped it and aimed it at Susan’s soaking wet vaginal opening as Bruno started dancing his hips forward and back. The cock head found the hole, and plunged in deep and fast. Susan screamed loudly as she felt his rod skewer her! He began hammering at her with an intensity that is always astounding! Susan made some minor adjustments to the position of her knees, and she also moved her hands further in front of her to help brace herself against his thrusts. Then, to my astonishment, Susan, shaped into a wanton little whore by the events of the day, began yelling encouragement to her beastly lover! “OMG! Yes!” she cried out. She moaned. She groaned. “Fuck me, Bruno!”

There were loud squishy sounds emanating from her pussy as his cock plunged over and over deep into her wetness. She could not possibly try to push back against his cock, or meet his rhythm – he was pounding too fast for that! She just braced herself, arched her back, and presented herself as a canine fuck toy! “Yes, yes! I am your bitch, you fantastic fucker!” She shook with her first orgasm, babbling something unintelligible as she came! Bruno, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth, dripping his saliva onto her back, just kept bucking against her ass cheeks! Susan’s body stiffened, her head snapped up, and her eyes flew open, as her mouth sucked in air – to let her give voice to her second orgasm!

A few moments later, Susan cried out again, but this time she screamed, “He’s cumming! OMG – he’s cumming!” And sure enough, Bruno’s cock began squirting his hot cum deep inside her! He had not knotted her – his seal on her cunt opening was not tight – some of his thin semen spurted out, running down her labia and then along her inner thighs! This either triggered another orgasm in Susan, or prolonged the one already wracking her body! Bruno dismounted from his new bitch, his cock easily slipping out of her well lubricated tunnel. He sat and began licking his cock clean, and I could swear I saw a big doggie smile on his face.

Susan, still quivering, let her head and shoulders descend to the floor, keeping her ass well up in the air as Mistress had commanded. Her distended vaginal opening still gaped between her labia. Her vaginal muscles were probably still rippling inside her, because as I watched, more dog semen oozed out, its scent strong in the room. Susan moaned as she felt the hot fluids trickling down her body. Some of it went down her thighs, but because of the tilt of her torso, more of it flowed across her mound and her tummy, pooling between her breasts where they were flattened against the floor.

After several minutes of listening to Susan gasp and moan, Mistress said to her, “Well my little bitch, I see you managed to mess up my floor after all. Go ahead – lay yourself down in it!”

Susan’s cheeks flushed crimson with blood and heat at hearing this, but she obediently let her knees slip backwards, settling her body into the pool of dog cum. What a mess she was! But when she recovered her breath, she looked up at our Mistress with a radiant smile. “Thank you, Mistress, for giving me such an amazing experience!” Her body was still quivering gently with aftershocks as she went on to say, “I will gladly service Bruno at any time that you wish, Mistress.”

Barbara smiled back at her, saying, “Of course you will.”

How I envied my wonderful sister at that moment. I envied her more a little while later, because she got to share a joint shower with Mistress, also naked, to cleanse her body, while I was left to clean up the floor!

For instance, my Mistress became obsessed with the idea of having me service her dog, which by the way, I was not adverse to doing. She had recently purchased a magnificent male Great Dane named Buster, unneutered, of course. Deciding that I was to be his bitch, she had scheduled an appointment with her veterinarian. Not for the dog – for me.

That morning, she gave me a rough idea of why we were going. “The vet will examine you to see if you are clean enough for Buster. While we are there, he will also give me a general assessment of your condition.”

I was fearful. I did not know this person. He would be seeing my privates. Even worse, he would know my interest in dog sex. I was also curiously excited by this prospect. Perhaps the worst part of the preparation for the vet visit occurred when Mistress casually mentioned, “Oh yes. We also need to take a sample of your stool. Here is a plastic bag for you to collect some when you use the toilet.” Collecting some of my own fecal material is not something I prefer to do on a regular basis. But I did as I was told, blushing furiously as I handed her the sample. Without a word, she slipped it into her purse.

“Get ready to go, my pet. Wear that raw silk blouse, along with the short miniskirt and the slippers that I have laid out for you,” she said, pointing at them. “There is no need for a bra, panties, or stockings. We must make sure we are there on time. This office caters to a rather exclusive clientèle, and appointment times are strictly enforced.”

Just before we left our apartment, Mistress put my black suede leather collar on me. From a distance, it resembles a choker, but up close it is obviously a collar. Mistress told me, “During our journey, you will heel like a good bitch. If you fail to do so, I shall leash you.” I certainly did not want to be taken through the busy city streets on a leash, so I focused on keeping step with her.

Descending several flights of stairs, we left our apartment building and walked to the corner to wait for our bus. The trip to the veterinarian’s office would involve several bus changes, and every time I had to step up high to climb into a bus, my skirt would lift, causing me to flash my cunt and ass. Anyone nearby had a brief but satisfying peek at my private parts. I know they did, because several men made comments, causing me to flush with embarrassment.

We arrived early, rather than be late. Since we had some free time, Mistress had us take a table at a nearby outdoor cafe, and we sat and sipped some refreshing drinks. She has a rule that I must always sit with my knees 12 inches apart. However, she also had me turn my chair so she could see my lap, and had me slide my skirt hem up enough to let her gaze at my cunt as she sipped. Judging by the quick double takes of some of the gawking passersby, I think a few other people noticed what I had on display, as well. The men usually grinned or smiled, but I also got a few dirty looks from old ladies.

A few minutes before our appointed time, Mistress moved quickly through the sidewalk crowds towards our destination. I had to move quite quickly to keep up with her, my skirt flying up every which way as I hurried, twisting and turning through the bodies jostling me as I desperately kept my heel position next to her. Ultimately, we entered the building where the veterinarian’s office was located, and proceeded to the proper door. Discretely positioned over the door was a dark hemisphere which must have contained a security camera. Mistress pressed the door buzzer, and looked up at the camera. The door quickly buzzed its unlocking sound.

Expecting a roomful of clients, I braced myself as we entered the plush office, but no one was in evidence. A discrete sign announced the clinic hours, and, with some relief, I noted that the office was not open for business yet. Mistress sat on a leather armchair to wait, and I stood next to her chair.

Punctually, a red headed receptionist wearing a lab coat appeared at the counter as the opening hour was reached, and made eye contact only with my Mistress. With a professional smile, the receptionist greeted her, but requested, “Please Madam, keep it on a leash for the safety of our staff.” I realized that I was the ‘it’ she was referring to! A wave of humiliation washed over me.

“Did you remember to bring the stool sample?” the receptionist inquired.

Digging into her purse, Mistress found the plastic bag. Dropping the leash as she turned toward me, she made a hand gesture and said in a commanding voice, “Stay!” loud enough for the receptionist to hear. I felt very embarrassed, but obeyed as Mistress walked to the counter. She handed the sample of my stool over as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The receptionist accepted it in the same manner.

Handing Mistress a clipboard and a pen, she said, “Please fill out these forms Madam. We will be with you shortly.”

Mistress returned to the chair, where she sat and began writing on the forms. Being on the short leash, I had little choice. I sat down on the floor next to her feet. I must always sit with perfect posture, but my skirt was not long enough to tuck completely underneath my butt. The cold tiled floor came into contact with my warm flesh. Down this close to the floor, the smell of dogs was fairly strong. I could tell that this was truly a veterinary office with normal canine patients, and I was being relegated to their status!

After a few minutes, the receptionist came out into the waiting room stating, “I will take your bitch into the examination room, and you can join us there when you are done.” As Mistress handed her my leash, the girl leaned down to stroke my hair, and said, “Come.” I was fearful at leaving Mistress, but also sort of turned on that this stranger with a very Domme attitude was now in control of me.

Holding my leash with one hand at its handle, and her other hand near my collar, she kept me on a short leash as she led me back through a corridor, and into the examination room. Occupying the center of the room was a raised gleaming stainless steel table with a smooth surface. Above it was a bright light source. There were charts of dog anatomy on the walls of the room. Through a large glass window, I could see cages with dogs in them, and past the cages were supplies, such as dog food in large plastic tubs. One wall had a large mirror. Glass fronted cabinets displayed strange vials, jars, and instruments. The smell of some antiseptic cleaner wafted into my nostrils.

Addressing me, the receptionist said, ”Strip off your clothes,” with a commanding voice as if she was often faced with this situation. I wondered how many other girls in this city were also being treated as if they were animals, as I slipped off my blouse and skirt and stepped out of my slippers.

Once I was naked, the receptionist said, “Hop up here on the table, and get on all fours.” It felt very surreal as I scrambled up onto the cold metal surface and came to rest on my hands and knees under what felt like a spotlight. The receptionist moved to the side of the table,and pressed on my shoulders until I was down on my elbows with my ass still raised up high. Satisfied with my pose, she patted my butt, saying, “You are a good, pretty little bitch. The doctor will be here soon.” I was scared now, and a little chilly. The receptionist stayed with me, obviously acting also as the veterinarian’s assistant. She began opening and closing various drawers. I held my pose, trying not to shiver.

After a few minutes, my Mistress entered the room and, noticing my nervousness, spoke softly and soothingly to me. If I had had a tail, I would have wagged it with happiness at seeing her. I started to speak, but she held her finger to my lips making a shushing sound.

The assistant said to her, “Take hold of your bitch’s leash, please.” As Mistress did so, the woman walked behind me and stuck a thermometer up my ass. It was cold and gooey with lubricant – very unpleasant. I had had my temperature taken that way before, but it’s very different being in that position with a stranger doing it. After an appropriate amount of time, she pulled it back out, read it, and noted her findings on a clipboard.

Ages seemed to pass before I heard the dogs in the other room start to bark, and a man in a lab coat finally entered the room. The vet was a slightly stout middle-aged man. He and Mistress knew each other, since she had brought Buster to him earlier for his checkup and shots. His voice boomed in the small room, “Hello again. Good to see you.” He washed his hands while managing to fix me with an intent look. He remarked to Mistress, “What a pretty little bitch you have here. It looks like she will be a good breeder. You’ll be glad to know that the stool sample appeared completely free of parasites, but we will perform more thorough checks now.”

I was a bit stunned by the casual manner in which he referred to me as one of his normal animal patients. Taking hold of my head, he started his examination by looking into my ears, reporting, “Its ears show no sign of infection.” This strange mesmerizing feeling of being turned into a true canine bitch right before their eyes was reinforced as the vet peeled back my lips, explaining, “I’m checking for tartar buildup on its teeth. Yes, they look fine for now. Make certain it gets healthy things to chew on.”

Once he took his hands away from my lips, I got complacent. Suddenly, his hands tipped my head back, pried my jaws slightly open, and slipped in a pill! Holding my mouth shut, he then stroked my throat until I was forced to swallow. I had seen Mistress do this same maneuver when she was getting Buster to swallow one of his dog pills. “That was a pill for deworming,” he informed Mistress. “We can never be too careful.”

A deworming pill! I had lifted myself up on hands and knees, and my mind was reeling, trying to process that information. Would it make me nauseous? Was I to have diarrhea from it? Was it really just a sugar pill, given purely to shock me? I was so caught up in these questions, that I did not notice him slip a band of rubber around my upper arm. But I did feel the prick of the needle as it went into my vein. Anticipating that I might jerk from that sensation, the assistant had efficiently seized my shoulders to hold me in place.

“We are taking a small blood sample,” he stated. “This will allow us to do more thorough blood work checking for parasites.” He always directed his comments to Mistress, never to me. After all, I was just a dumb animal in his care. The band of rubber was removed from my arm as my blood flowed into the collection tube. Sample taken, a small wad of cotton and a bandage was placed over the tip of the needle as it was removed.

Handing the sample to his assistant, he walked around behind me. As I glanced sideways into the mirror, I realized that I had a fairly good view of what was being done behind me. Since I doubted the canine patients cared much about watching the procedures, I knew this was to heighten my embarrassment, and deepen my submission. Naked, and surrounded by three Dominants, two of them virtual strangers, my feeling of being transformed into a true bitch dog continued. This was further enhanced when he asked Mistress, “Can you get it to lower its front end again?”

Mistress whispered to me, “That’s my good pet. Lower yourself down onto your elbows and raise your ass.” Somewhat mortified, I complied, at the same time hearing the vet snap latex gloves onto his hands.

The vet produced what I later learned was called a Bardex inflatable enema device. Its lubricated tip was inserted into my ass hole, and was then inflated to lock it into place. The swollen tube was uncomfortable but not painful. I felt warm water flooding into my colon, and gritted my teeth as the sensation of being stretched passed farther and farther up into me. Mistress stroked my cheek making calming sounds.

After an eternity of holding that water, with my anal muscles pushing, trying to dislodge the tube, the device was deflated and fluids gushed from my ass. The vet carefully examined the effluvium, making comments about its contents, color, and consistency that I really did not want to hear. I was very grateful when that portion of the examination was completed, and he tossed the latex gloves into the trash.

“I am now checking it for fleas,” he explained as he ran his fingers through the soft furry pelt of my pubic hair. To be doubly sure, he got out a powerful flashlight, using it as his fingers carefully parted my pubic hairs. His face was so close to my pussy that I could feel his breath. “No sign of any,” he assured my Mistress. I noted that he did not bother checking the hair on my head.

He pulled on my labia quite forcefully, and remarked, “It has good skin tone and elasticity. That will be beneficial for breeding.” I could not keep a moan from escaping my lips as he grabbed me there. His assistant handed him a speculum, and someone again grasped my labia, tugging me wide open. The cold metal jaws slid deep into my cunt, and it was ratcheted open. As he beamed the flashlight into my well distended opening, he remarked, “It has had some sexual partners before, but it has never carried a litter.” The assistant handed him a sterile swab, which he dabbed against the deepest parts of my vagina, making me squirm slightly from the strange contact. “Hold it still, Becky!” he ordered his assistant. She promptly clamped both her hands firmly on my buttocks, immobilizing my hips.

After the swabbing was done to his satisfaction, the vet said, “Keep holding it steady.” He released the jaws on the speculum, and pulled it out of me, giving me a moment of relief. This did not last long, because his next action was to insert two of his fingers deeply into my cunt, and feel around inside me. I felt his fingers skim over and probe my cervix, the entrance to my uterus. Very flushed, I felt my skin reddening as this man felt around inside me. I was totally embarrassed, but at the same time very keyed up with excitement, and also ashamed – a curious mixture of emotions. “What breed is the bitch’s mate?” he asked.

Mistress replied, “The Great Dane I had you examine last time.”

He smiled, confirming, “This bitch’s cunt is of average depth. It should be fine for servicing a Great Dane. Make a note of her breed on her chart, Becky.” I was so wet by this point that he remarked, “It’s reacting perfectly for a breeder. Her cunt seems to be begging to be used.”

Concluding his examination of my pussy and ass, he moved to my side, and lifted me back onto my hands and knees. He reached under my chest and began manipulating my breasts from base to nipple. He spent a lot more time doing this than I deemed necessary. He finished this teat examination by gathering all the tissue of my areolae against my now distended nipples and firmly tugging downward.

The medication that Mistress had been giving me had caused my breasts to begin producing small amounts of milk. I moaned in dismay as his manipulations had caused small droplets of milk to drip to the table surface beneath me. “I see its teats are getting functional. It can certainly feed some pups if you get it lactating more,” he informed my smiling Mistress. I turned bright crimson as I feel my nipples continue to slowly leak. I was breathing heavily as I felt all eyes in the room gazing at my dangling teats.

As I knelt there, the vet engaged Mistress in an informational lecture about dog sex. “The male will, at first notice the changes in scent of his bitch as she enters her heat.”

Mistress asked, “Does this mean the bitch’s cunt should remain uncovered at all times?”

“Yes, precisely. Whenever he sniffs her crotch, the bitch should open her thighs and permit him. And if he gives the bitch’s cunt a lick, you should praise him each time, to reinforce this behavior. Move the bitch into this pose you see on the table, giving the male the idea that she is also ready for mounting, if he finds her acceptable.”

Catching my eye, Mistress asked, “Do you think it’s a good idea for the bitch herself to show any interest in his cock?”

“I’m glad you brought that up,” he replied. You have a young male there, so he does need to learn the pleasure possible from his cock nerve endings. This bitch should be taught to lick and suck his cock often. At first, he will only squirt precum, a thin salty fluid – lots of it, by the way. But gradually, he will begin cumming in her mouth, jetting a thicker, sweeter fluid as he humps her lips. From there, it’s quite natural for him to begin mounting her.

“If you examine his cock, you will note the swelling at its base, referred to as his knot. In the excitement of his intense fucking, he will usually force that into the bitch’s pussy, sealing her opening tight. You may then notice he will stop humping, and you may be under the impression he is finished. On the contrary, at this point he starts ejaculating, pouring copious amounts of semen into the bitch. Since her opening is sealed, the semen is forced through her cervical opening, and into her womb. When they are knotted in this fashion, do not try to pull them apart. That could injure one or both of them. Instead, let the male’s knot subside normally, even if that takes a half an hour or so.”

Mistress sounded astonished, “You mean that the male and his bitch might be tied together by their sex organs for that long?”

“Oh yes. Sometimes as the male dismounts, he swivels around, and stands tied to his bitch, ass to ass. His erect cock can swivel 180 degrees.”

I was listening closely, fascinated. This discussion, though clinical in nature, generated such erotic images in my mind that my body instinctively reacted. I felt my cunt dribbling fluid in a trickle down my thigh. I tried to clench my cunt muscles to stop the flow, but that only succeeded in pressing even more out! I thought, “Oh god, I’m getting so turned on I’m dripping in front of this guy.” I hoped no one would notice, but the sharp-eyed vet did. Without commenting, he got a tissue, and wiped me. This of course drew everyone’s attention to my highly aroused state, confirming what a bitch I am.

As the visit drew to its conclusion, the assistant again grasped my buttocks, pinning me in place as the vet gave me a vitamin shot in my rump. “This should help it keep its eyes bright and its coat shiny.” As he fixed a metallic object made of brass to my collar, he spoke again to Mistress, “I know you are aware how important it is to have a chip implanted in the more valuable pets. Most of them contain a unique chip ID, owner contact information, pet name and description, veterinarian contact information, and an alternate emergency contact designated by the pet owner. They are usually inserted under the skin at the back of the neck. We will send you some brochures of various models. Once you have decided which type of microchip you want for it, make an appointment with Becky for its implantation. As usual, we’ll be mailing you our invoice.”

“Thank you, Doctor. It’s always a pleasure working with you – you have such a wonderful manner with animals,” Mistress said, shaking his hand.

The vet then swept my knees forward, under my tummy, hooking his forearm under my butt. He slid his other forearm under my breasts. Scooping me up in that position, he carefully lowered me to the floor. His actions were the same as if he was making certain that a large dog would not jump off the table and injure itself. Giving me a pat on my head, he praised me, “You have been a very good bitch.” He offered me a dog treat at this point, apparently a reward for being docile and cooperative. I hesitated a moment or two before taking it between my teeth.

The veterinarian and his assistant left the room. I expected Mistress to tell me to get up and get dressed. But she scooped up my blouse, skirt and slippers, and tugged on my leash, pulling me toward a different door. I crawled naked out of the room and down a long corridor on her leash, feeling more dog-like than ever. We came to a large exit door with a release bar on it. I could not believe Mistress was going to walk me out in public like this. But without any pause to speak of, she pushed on the release bar for the exit door, and pulled me forward. Trembling with a building sense of abject humiliation, I was led into… a small private room, where I was allowed to stand and dress before re-entering the real outside world.

We boarded a bus for the return to our apartment. After finding my seat, I pulled the compact from my purse, and used its small mirror to look at the brass object hanging from my collar. Since the words were displayed backwards, it too me a while to puzzle them out. It was a dog license tag! A real one! It stated my dog license number, name, and the designation: fawn Great Dane bitch! I was stunned! I was wearing this in public, where anyone could read it! Crimson faced, I felt like shriveling down in my seat, but as I related earlier, I must always sit with perfect posture. So I had to sit upright, head elevated, neck clearly on display for the entire journey, which seemed much longer than usual. When we reached our home, I was given the rest of the afternoon to reflect on what was, for me, a very humiliating but exciting time. Soon I will be getting my chip. The dog treat did not taste half bad, by the way.

Stephanie was the woman that had attended our dinner party, and shyly whispered into my ear, “Could you arrange for me to have a session with a dog like you just did?” From our ensuing discussions, she was curious, I knew, but also fearful. The fear of the unknown is a strong emotion. We finally decided she could bring along a friend for moral support, and more. I say ‘and more’ because the friend was also going to have a session – they wanted to experience this new thing together.

“This is Helen,” Stephanie said, by way of introduction, as she indicated her friend. “Helen, this is our Hostess,” she continued, gesturing toward me. As I had informed Stephanie, I prefer the title ‘Hostess’ rather than being called by my real name.

“Very nice to meet you, Hostess,” Helen said with a somewhat strained smile. I could not blame her for that, since she had not been present at our dinner party, and had not seen how serene a woman can be when mounted by a dog.

“I’m glad to meet you, as well, Helen. It’s wonderful that you’re joining your friend on this adventure. I think you’ll both find great enjoyment here. Come and have a seat.”

I led them to the sitting room, where we all settled on comfortable chairs, in an intimate grouping. “Did Stephanie explain the rules I have about training?” I inquired.

Helen blushed in a most fetching manner. “Yes, Hostess. I believe she covered them all.”

“Let’s reiterate them, to be certain,” I requested, looking first at Helen.

Her flushed deepened. “We must be nude during the training, and your husband and the servants may observe what’s happening.”

“Excellent. Do either of you have a problem with that?” I asked.

They both shook their heads, and Stephanie explained, “We’ve seen each other naked often, and other people have seen us that way, too. Your husband was impeccably polite, and you must trust your servants implicitly, we’re sure.”

“Yes, I do,” I assured her. “And the other main rule?” I asked.

“We must obey you promptly, and not be afraid to handle the dog’s penis, use our mouths on it, or be mounted by him,” Stephanie replied, with an edge of excitement in her voice. I had high hopes for this one, given her boldness in asking me for this experience in the first place. I hoped her friend shared that boldness and enthusiasm.

“What repayment do I require of you for this training?” I asked, looking from one to the other.

Stephanie answered, “You and your husband may use us sexually during our training, if you wish. In addition, if you deem us worthy, we’ll be called upon to put on a performance at a dinner party similar to the one I attended. As a special treat, the clothes we’ll be wearing will be auctioned off to the highest bidder, and the proceeds go to you.”

As I nodded my agreement to what she’d said, Stephanie asked, “Will those be our own clothes, Hostess?”

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t make that clear. No. I’ll supply the garments. To make them special, though, the day before the party, you’ll come here, and get fucked by the dogs. Then you’ll wear the clothes throughout the remainder of the day. That evening you’ll not shower or bathe, so that the scent of the dogs will remain on you.” Since this concept shocked them a bit, I saw their pupils dilate.

“The next evening, for the dinner party, you’ll don the clothes again for the auction. They’ll probably have dog semen stains on them, which will drive the bidding quite high, I’m sure,” I continued with a smile. “After your clothes are removed for the auction,you’ll be mounted by the dogs, while the party guests watch. Afterward, the guests will be invited to inspect you, both visually and by touch. Is all this understood and acceptable?”

“My dear, I can almost guarantee they will,” I responded. “People are infinitely curious about these things, I have found. I expect you to exude charm, confidence, and control during these proceedings. My guests are never boorish – such people are never invited. Both my husband and I will see to your comfort and safety.”

I turned to Stephanie. “Remember that woman that asked if she might eat my cunt and make me cum?”

Stephanie smiled brightly. “I sure do. After I saw that, I wished that I’d been the woman to ask to do that to you.” She paused, then continued, “I also wished that I’d been in your place, the woman eating my cunt, and making me cum, while the people watched.” She too flushed a delicate pink, revealing these desires.

“You may get such a chance, if some guest requests it. If a man at that dinner party had asked to fuck me, I would have granted his request graciously, as well. We want our guests to have a wonderful time, and I love sex, as you may have guessed.” I almost whispered the last part of my message conspiratorially, which made the two women giggle.

“In summary, you’d be expected to take on the dogs, certainly, and perhaps even a male or female guest, while others watch. Does any of this concern you in any way?” I asked, making eye contact with each of them.

They looked at each other, ascertaining if either of them felt this was too much. Perhaps wanting to make certain that their friend would still respect them if they agreed to all this. I saw each of them nod slowly, and Helen spoke for them both, “We’re not concerned at all, it seems. Stephanie has experienced such a party, and if she’s OK with what happens, I am too.” Her nervousness appeared to have dissipated, given the straightforward discussion. If we’d used euphemisms, or spoken in a hazy manner, Helen might have gotten more nervous. I just wanted her to clearly know what she was agreeing to do.

I stood up. “Let’s begin. Disrobe, please,” I instructed them. I watched as they stood up, stepped free from their shoes, and unbuttoned and unzipped, their garments falling away. Soon they stood naked before me. I was pleased to see how proud of their appearance they seemed to be. They made no move to conceal their breasts or pussies.

“I do have a question, Hostess,” Stephanie said.

“Yes, dear? What is it?” I asked her.

She gestured at her mound and labia, drawing my attention to her pubic hair. I looked at her closely cropped blaze of red fur there. My eyes swung to her friend’s similarly trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair.

“Do we have to shave these smooth?” she inquired.

“Whether you do or not is completely up to you, ladies,” I responded. “If it were a tangled thatch, the dogs might have difficulty finding the right opening. I doubt you’d like the sensation of a dog’s cock pounding your asshole.” I smiled. “If you keep the hairs that short, you, I, or my husband can easily hold you open and guide the penis where it belongs. Personally, I think I like the colors you have down there better than smooth pink skin.

Both women smiled shyly at having their pubic hairs complimented so frankly. “If you have any more questions, please feel free to ask them at any time. Let’s go into the training room. Please follow me.”

The two women padded nakedly behind me as I lead them into the area where we would work. My husband was already there, having placed the chairs about ten feet apart near the room’s center. “You already know Stephanie, dear, and this is her friend Helen,” I informed him.

“Greetings, both of you,” he said, warmly. “Please have a seat.”

The women chose their chairs and sat down. “These chairs have an unusual design,” Stephanie remarked. Indeed they did, with seats in a U-shape, with the open edge facing forward. In the back of each seat were two holes surrounded by thick rubber gaskets.

“Yes, an idea of my husband’s,” I explained. He bowed with a smile, acknowledging my statement as I went to a side table and returned with two pairs of handcuffs.

“What are those for?” Helen asked, with more curiosity than fear.

“To help secure you both in position,” I explained. “You see, our dogs are highly trained, but you are not. Unless we can stabilize your bodies, you might do something inadvertently that would confuse the dogs, and set back their training. I assure you, if you wish to leave now, or be uncuffed later, you merely have to say so. No one is holding you here against your will. If you wish to continue, slide your hands and arms back into those holes at the back of your seat.

Without much evidence of hesitation, both nude women stuck their hands through the openings. I secured Helen’s wrists, while my husband did the same to Stephanie’s. The cuffs were then tied to an eye hook. Stepping in front of the women, I said, “Try to lunge forward, please.”

Each tried to throw her body forward. All that happened was their shoulders came a short distance forward, and their breasts swung and bobbed in a delightful way. “Wonderful,” I commented. “Are you both comfortable?”

“Now for your legs,” I continued, handing my husband one set of ropes, while keeping a set for myself. The naked trainees watched, wide-eyed, as my spouse and I tied their legs, from their knees to their ankles, to the front side legs of the chairs. “Can you close your knees together at all?” I inquired.

From their expressions, it was obvious that neither woman could move her legs one bit. “Perfect,” I commented. Turning to my husband, I said, “I think we better get their pussies nice and wet for the dogs.” He needed no further encouragement. His hands went to Stephanie’s thighs and began stroking her warm flesh. My hands did the same to Helen. Working in unison, he and I opened the labia of our respective trainees, and massaged those pussy lips gently.

Soon the women were moaning softly, as they began oozing fluids from their cunts. The floor beneath the front of their chairs darkened from their drips, since the cutout part of the seats left their cunts suspended in the air there. Their swollen pussy lips were parted, revealing the intimate recesses between them. “I believe they are ready, darling,” I told my husband.

He signaled, and another door opened. A servant entered with two dogs on leashes. My husband walked over and took the leash of the Rottweiler, while I went and took that of the Akita. Since I am more talkative, I performed the introductions.

Indicating the Rottweiler, I said, “This lovely Rottweiler is called Benny. He is the alpha male of these two.” Hearing his name, Benny turned his intelligent eyes toward me briefly, then went back to eyeing the women in the chairs. He was already sniffing loudly, and slowly wagging his undocked tail. Pointing to the Akita, whose soft gray and white fur, and eyes as black as night always thrilled me when I saw him, I continued, “This Akita is called Sky.” Sky pranced a bit, showing his eagerness, his tail curled up above his back waving like a flag.

“The alpha male always gets first pick,” I explained. My husband unleashed Benny, who promptly trotted over to Helen and sniffed her crotch, pressing his cold wet nose against that exposed, sensitive area of her body. She emitted a muted shriek of surprise, but could not move a muscle.

“Now you may understand why you are restrained, Helen,” I chortled gently.

Benny trotted to Stephanie, and practically shoved his nose into her pussy as he snorted. Taking his time making his choice, Benny returned to Helen, and this time his long, supple tongue lapped her from her asshole to her mound. Helen stared down at him, transfixed. Abandoning her, Benny returned to Stephanie, and began lapping her cunt.

We waited, watching, but Benny showed no signs of leaving Stephanie’s crotch. His lapping was focused on her now, as her face contorted into expressions of shock, surprise, astonishment, and even wonder. Her breathing accelerated, her chest heaving up and down with her deepening breaths.

Seeing that Benny was now fully occupied, I released Sky with a loving pat on his head. He knew that Helen was his, and wasted not a moment in romping over to her and burying his face in her crotch. My husband and I strolled nearer to watch our beloved dogs in action. The sounds of the dogs’ tongues working was loud in the room.

Cords from tightened muscles were playing under the skin of the women’s necks. I could tell they were holding back any vocalizations, perhaps fearing that they might startle the dogs. “It’s OK to speak, groan, scream, or whatever you wish, my dears,” I told them. “The dogs are used to females crying out as they experience what I like to call canine cunnilingus.”

Helen had her eyes closed, but she groaned, “OMG! This is fantastic!” Sky’s tongue was flashing in and out of her cunt at that point.

Stephanie had her eyes opened, but they seemed to be out of focus. “Oh shit!” she cried. “I’ve had men eat my pussy before, but it’s never been this intense! It’s… I’m gonna…” She stopped speaking as she took a deep breath, and screamed. We could tell she was cumming, because even though her legs were tied open, we could see her toes curling under, and her tits were shaking. Benny lapped wetly as her cum coated his tongue.

After a couple of minutes, Stephanie’s body relaxed. “I just came,” she informed us almost shyly, blushing. She looked over at her friend, Helen. “How are you doing?” she asked.

Helen didn’t answer. Her eyes were screwed tightly shut as if she was trying to lift something very heavy. Suddenly her eyes flew open, and, secured as she was to the chair, her hips began a rapid forward and backward rocking as her cum began spurting into Sky’s eager mouth. “I’m… I’m… I’m… cumming… oh… god… I’m… cumming!” she exclaimed, with each rock of her hips. Sky didn’t let much of her cum hit the floor beneath her.

The dogs kept licking, sometimes on the women’s surfaces, like their clits, or pee holes, or ass holes. Other times their tongues disappeared deeply into the women’s cunt tunnels. I knew that deep down in those tunnels, the tips of those tongues were flicking and curling, creating exquisite sensations that no human tongue or penis could duplicate.

We let the women each have three orgasms before commanding the dogs to come away and sit. Ever obedient, Benny and Sky came to us and sat, licking their chops and panting happily. The women were also panting heavily, with their smiles of contentment, and their hair plastered to their heads with their sweat. Red pubic hairs and blonde pubic hairs were matted on their labia with a mixture of cum and dog saliva. Their cunt openings dilated and contracted as they experienced orgasmic aftershocks.

They were lovely.

My spouse and I untied and uncuffed them, but even fully freed, they just sat as they were, probably mentally processing what had just occurred. We gave them time to recover. Benny and Sky sat on their haunches like good boys. I looked down the length of their bellies. Both dogs were aroused, with their pointed, veined cocks poking up out of their furry sheathes. With their butts on the floor, their swollen ball sacks were flattened out on the surface under them, one large testicle to either side of the sheath. My own pussy twitched, imagining their seed launching from those balls and filling me. But these loads were for our trainees, who gave signs of recovering now.

“Come here to your dogs, ladies,” I called to them. They got up, stretched, and padded over bare footed on wobbly legs.

“Kneel in front of your dog, and pet his head, praising him,” I instructed. The women did so, giggling when the dogs reacted by licking them on their lips with doggy kisses.

“Excellent. Now gently touch the dog’s cock. Use just the tip of your index finger, to get used to the texture,” I said. I watched as the kneeling women did what I told them to do. Two lovely naked young women, kneeling humbly before those two noble looking dogs. Their hands trembling as they reached out to make contact with this forbidden portion of the dogs’ anatomy. Watching the apprehension on their faces change into pleasure as they stroked the warm, pulsating cocks.

“Very good. You may now grasp the cock in your hand, and start slowly pumping it. Listen to the sound the dog makes – that will guide you into the proper pressure and speed,” I informed them. Looking at one another for reassurance, Stephanie and Helen began a slow, rhythmic manipulation of the now turgid genitals. Their faces were close to the dogs’ cocks, and I knew they were inhaling the musky scents. There is something about that scent that is an absolute turn on for me, and I hoped it was working its magic on the women.

As their tails started thumping on the floor, the dogs made whining sounds and their cocks began emitting tiny streams of fluid, almost fine as a vapor. Stephanie exclaimed, “Oh!” but she continued pumping.

“That’s right, Stephanie. You’re doing fine. Benny is starting to give you some of his precum.” I told her. “He’s pleased with what you’re doing. Oh, and there goes Sky, Helen. He’s starting too. Go ahead and aim those streams at your tits, ladies. I think you’ll find that sensation quite erotic.”

Their giggles started at once, and within minutes their tits were glistening with precum. “You like that?” I asked. Both women nodded, still carefully pumping the dogs’ cocks. “OK, bend in closer and open your mouths. Aim the spray so you can taste some.”

Helen looked at me with an expression of shock, but she saw Stephanie obeying, so she shrugged and complied. I let them both sample the fluid for a while before asking, “Not too bad, is it?”

“It just tastes salty, Hostess,” Helen answered. “It was only the thought of letting it enter my mouth that was scary. This seems so forbidden,” she concluded with a smile. She immediately went back to letting the spray enter her mouth, so I gathered she felt that once the taboo act had been done, doing it more was no longer an issue.

“There sure is a lot of it,” Stephanie remarked, smiling at me. “Is this normal?” she asked, again opening her mouth to accept more of the spray as she awaited my answer.

“Very normal. They seem to be able to generate quite a bit of it,” I agreed. My husband had been quietly setting up the apparatus for the final part of today’s training session. “OK, ladies, please stop pumping and stand up.” They seemed almost reluctant to let go of those cocks, I noticed.

The dogs were familiar with what was going to happen next. As I snapped my fingers, they eagerly ran up the training ramps and stood patiently over the holes in the sturdy shelves to which the ramps led. We took the women over to the adjustable stools that were placed beneath those holes.

“Have a seat while my husband and I adjust the stools to the proper height,” I told our trainees. Their expressions of shy naughtiness indicated they had quickly understood our plans. As they sat on the stools, their heads rose up out of the holes, ending up under the dogs’ bellies. Tilting their heads only slightly, they felt the soft underfur caress their foreheads.

“You want us to suck their cocks, right?” Stephanie asked with a sound of amusement in her voice.

“Yes, dear. That’s correct. The hole is large enough for you to keep pumping the cocks as you suck, if you wish. Or you can just suck.” The women, with only minimal hesitation, had already opened their lips and sucked the pointed tip of the cock inward. “If you just want to suck, let as much of the cock into your mouth as possible. Your goal is to learn the difference between the taste of precum and the taste of cum.”

As I said this last statement, Stephanie swiveled her head slightly toward me to fix her eye on my face as she arched her eyebrow inquiringly, but she kept Benny’s cock in her mouth, and continued pumping it near the base.

“Yes, Stephanie, you heard me correctly. We want you to make your dog cum, and we want you to taste that cum. You don’t have to swallow it all if you don’t want to do so. But notice the difference in tastes.”

Stephanie nodded her understanding, and turned her head back in line with Benny’s body. Her hand pumped the dog’s cock with a gradually increasing speed as she suckled. Helen was not pumping Sky’s cock. Both of her hands had come up through the opening to stroke the fur on the dog’s sides in a loving manner. His entire cock was inside her mouth, and I watched her cheeks rhythmically hollowing as she sucked the length of his cock. I imagined that both women were using their tongues to good advantage, as well. Their throats showed them swallowing copious amounts of precum.

Soon the dogs were not only wagging their tails – they were panting, tongues lolling, drooling, whining happily. Sky began humping his hips, fucking Helen’s mouth. I considered warning her, but I realized that her hands on his torso should be informing her of his movements and impending orgasm. Sure enough, Helen’s cheeks suddenly bulged with the first blast of Sky’s semen. A tiny bit dribbled from the corner of her mouth as her throat tried to keep pace with the dog’s spurts. She took it all, and pursed her lips as she eased her head back, striping the final fluids from within Sky’s cock.

She looked quite pleased with herself as I lowered her stool, and my spouse led Sky to a dog bed to let him lick his privates clean. “That was delicious!” she said, voice filled with amazement. “I thought it would be nasty, coming from an animal, but…” she paused, choosing her words. “But, it actually tasted better than any semen a man has ever shot into my mouth,” she concluded, grinning impishly. “Has Stephanie gotten hers yet?”

“Not yet, but Benny’s close. Let’s watch,” I answered. I put my arm around Helen’s waist, savoring the feel of her smooth warm flesh under my arm and hand. She wrapped her own arms around me, and pulled herself close against me, her head on my shoulder.

Stephanie was sucking hard on Benny’s dick. She was no longer pumping, but she held her thumb and fingers in a ring shaped around the base of Benny’s penis. She didn’t have to pump at all, because Benny was now actively humping, fucking both her hand and mouth.

“Go for it, Steph,” Helen whispered encouragingly. “You’ll love the taste, I bet. I did,” she told her friend. She watched, as did my husband and I, as the gorgeous Rottweiler began a rumbling howl, and started cumming. His first massive spurt was so voluminous that Stephanie’s little mouth could not hold it all. Her eyes flew wide open as the cum surged out around the edges of her lips and spilled down onto her chin and chest. A small amount even trickled out of her nostrils!

She started swallowing frantically, trying to keep up with his spurts. Fascinated, we watched her throat muscles rippling and rippling. Other than that first surge, she managed to handle the rest, and, when Benny’s movements stilled, let his cock lip from her mouth. That act was a bit premature, because Benny’s dick jerked once more, causing a splat of semen to strike Stephanie full on her forehead. She shrieked with surprise, and we broke out laughing at the sight.

As my husband led Benny to his dog bed, Helen and I pulled the dismayed Stephanie off of her stool to stand near us. Without needing to consult one another, Helen immediately began licking the dog semen from her chest and chin, while I licked it from her forehead, and very carefully from her eyes and nose. It was a wonderfully intimate moment.

As usual, the smell of fresh dog cum got me, for lack of a better word, edgy and aroused. A feeling of heat spread itself through my pussy. I hoped it had a similar effect on the two trainees.

My husband leashed the two dogs and took them back to the door from which they had entered, handing the leashes to a waiting servant. “We have one more thing to do today, ladies,” I remarked. “Please get down on your hands and knees.” As they did so, my husband made careful measurements, the most important of which was from the floor to their bellies. He nodded his satisfaction with the data.

“Wonderful, you may get up and follow me now,” I informed them. I led them back to the sitting room, and sat down with them after they dressed again. Servants presented a light repast and some refreshments. My spouse joined us. As we sat there, eating, drinking, and chatting about everyday topics, everything looked so normal that a visitor arriving then might never have guessed what had just transpired.

“You’ve now completed the first phase of the training,” I informed them, smiling, after they indicated they had had enough food and drink. “I want to congratulate you both on performing so well today – I’m proud of you both. You each have the choice of stopping now, or continuing. Phase two consists of actually being mounted by your dog. If you do that phase in a satisfactory manner, you’re committed to attending a dinner party, as we discussed. Do either of you have any qualms about moving onward?”

Stephanie spoke up. “Only one, Hostess. At the dinner party, you wore a stiff leather corset to protect yourself from the dog’s claws. Will we need such garments?”

“A very good question,” I replied. “A corset like that isn’t easily obtained, and must be fitted exactly. But never fear, we have another way to make certain your skin will remain unblemished, as you’ll see. Any other questions?”

The two friends looked at each other for a long moment, then turned back to me, and slowly shook their heads.

“Very well. But we’ll give you two full days to think this over. If you have questions for me in the meantime, please call me. Otherwise, you may return here in three days for phase two.” After saying this, my husband and I gave them each a warm hug, and escorted them to the door.

Two days passed, uneventfully.

To my delight, both Helen and Stephanie appeared at our door promptly at the time indicated, with bright, eager smiles on their faces. I actually laughed because, as soon as our door closed behind them, they immediately began removing their clothes, unbidden. “I guess you’ve truly been looking forward to this,” I chuckled.

“I dreamed about Sky both nights,” Helen stated. “I can’t wait to see him again.”

“The scent of Benny was in my hair the first day, and during the second, I thought I could still smell it, even though Helen said I was imagining it,” Stephanie told me. “I kept thinking how thrilling it was that he chose me,” she said, blushing in a most fetching manner.

“It’s interesting that you find the dog’s scent such a powerful memory. Scent is very important to me, and my arousal,” I confided.

Since they were both naked now, and practically vibrating in their seats with anticipation, I said, “We’d better adjourn to the training room.” They knew the way.

As we entered, they saw the special padded benches that my wonderful husband had created from the measurements he’d taken. The benches were placed parallel to one another, about six feet apart. The trainees stared for a moment, then moved forward to examine them more closely. “These are for us?” Stephanie asked.

“Yes, you’ll be more comfortable like this, I’m sure. The weight of a dog on your back can be surprisingly heavy, if you’re not used to it,” I answered. “Please kneel down, and press the front of your torso comfortably along the bench. Helen, this one is yours, and Stephanie, that one is yours,” I indicated, gesturing.

The trainees settled themselves into position. I worked with Helen, while my husband worked with Stephanie. First we cinched their lower backs down onto the benches with wide leather belts, much to each woman’s surprise.

“Making sure we don’t run away?” Stephanie quipped. My husband responded by giving her bare ass a playful swat, which made her squirm and giggle.

Next, we bound their wrists to the front legs of the benches, which brought their outstretched arms forward at about a 45 degree angle, but still allowed them to brace their hands on the floor. Finally, we bound their knees and legs along runners that extended backward from the rear end of the benches. The ultimate result was that each woman was resting on her bench, but still taking a bit of weight on her hands and knees, and their splayed thighs couldn’t be closed.

My husband and I walked around both benches, admiring our work. We were also giving the women time to think about what was going to occur soon, in case they wanted to change their minds.

I remembered my first time. How my brain was thinking something like ‘this is wrong’ but my body’s needs were overriding those thoughts. I was a bit fearful – the fear of the unknown, but I was so super sexually excited that my tummy felt almost itchy. When that dog nudged against me, and began licking me, my mind was yelling, “Oh my god, this is so unreal – I can’t stop him. What if he fucks me?” My hips were making little jerks, my heart was in my mouth, and I felt like I had to pee really bad.

Still reminiscing, I could again feel his paws on my back, his face near mine was so warm, and his fur on my back was so soft. My mind was saying, “No, I don’t want this,” but my body was demanding, “Yes, you do!” His cock began nudging my ass crack, bumping and thrusting, seeking my cunt, and could feel his precum squirting all over my ass. At that moment I wanted him to fuck me so badly that all feelings of it being taboo went clear out of my head. The smell and warmth of his body, the softness of his belly as he humped me, the stick-like feel of his cock had me hooked – I demanded that he fuck me.

I hoped my trainees had similar feelings. Maybe some fluttering in their stomach as they waited for their dogs to appear. Their breathing rate had certainly elevated, obvious by the movements of their ribs. Their hearts had to be beating faster, to keep up with that accelerated flow of air. Were their minds warring with their bodies as the moment approached? Would one or both of them yell, “Stop!” and demand to be released?

“Before we bring in your dogs,” I began, “we are going to try a little experiment.” Did I hear a sound of frustration? I smiled. “First, we’re going to check your level of wetness.” My husband and I opened their labia, and checked visually, and followed that by carefully inserting a finger. As I suspected, they were moist, but not wet. Their excitement was being tempered by some uneasiness or uncertainly, which tended to reduce the flow of cunt juices.

Now we produced two cloths, which we set on the bench in front of each woman. “Sniff or inhale the scent on those cloths,” I instructed them. Both women sniffed tentatively at first, but soon we could hear them inhaling deeply. The women turned their heads to look at me, dawning realizations showing on their faces. “Yes,” I confirmed. “That is the scent of your dog. That cloth has been in his bed all night.”

We checked the women’s pussies again. They were now so wet that the juices were forming small puddles on the floor beneath them. Such is the power of scent. My husband smiled at me, and said, “They’re ready.” I nodded my agreement. I knelt by Stephanie, while my spouse knelt next to Helen. We spread their labia wide apart, and held them open as the dogs were brought into the room and released.

Quickly, Benny padded over to Stephanie, while Sky padded over to Helen. They padded over, because their front paws were encased in soft leather booties, to prevent their nails from scratching the women’s skin. The sounds of their tongues going to work were loud in the otherwise quiet room. It was only quiet for a moment though, because the trainees started vocalizing almost immediately, with shrieks and moans of delight.

We no longer needed to hold the labia open – the dogs’ tongues were doing that now. “Everything all right?” I questioned.

“He’s licking my ass hole so hard!” Stephanie managed to choke out. I could see her arm muscles straining.

“Is that bad?” I asked.

“Oh, noooo! It’s fantastic,” she groaned.

I called over to Helen, “And how are you doing?”

She did not answer immediately. Her eyes were closed. Then I noticed the position of Sky’s muzzle, and the tilt of his head. “Ah. I see. His tongue is deep up inside you, isn’t it, Helen?” She nodded vigorously. “Those tongues are so long they can easily swipe right over your cervix,” I remarked. Helen grunted agreement and started shaking. “Are you cumming, Helen?”

She sucked a large quantity of air, then screamed, “Yessss!”

Stephanie looked over at her friend, writhing in orgasm with a dog tongue inserted in her cunt, and that sight triggered her own. Stephanie stiffened briefly, and then began cumming also. Cleverly, Benny stopped lapping at her asshole, and lowered his tongue to lap the cum spurting from her cunt. Of course, this also sent his tongue coursing across Stephanie’s clit, whereupon her eyes flew wide open and she cried out, “Shit!” as her orgasm intensified.

Both dogs had their cocks fully extended and pulsating now, precum spraying and dripping. Sky withdrew his tongue from Helen’s cunt and began bouncing up, putting his front paws on her back. My spouse quickly grasped the dog’s dick, and placed it at Helen’s vaginal entrance.

Stephanie swiveled her head, watching as Sky’s hips humped against her friend’s hips. “Is he in?” she asked.

“Yes!” Helen gasped. But a moment later, Sky bounced down off her. “No!” Helen called out. “He pulled back out.” She sounded disappointed.

“Patience, Helen,” my spouse said. “He’ll try again until he gets it right.” Sure enough, Sky immediately circled once, bounced back up, and, his cock guided again by my spouse’s hand, made a good connection this time. He started fucking Helen firmly, tongue starting to loll with apparent happiness.

I expected Helen to tell Stephanie that Sky had truly mounted her, but Helen was too much caught up in those sensations to worry about communication. I whispered, “Sky has claimed his new bitch,” to Stephanie. “I think Benny is about ready to mount you,” I added. “Are you ready?” Stephanie nodded, her eyes closed. I wondered if that meant she was having second thoughts, so I said, “If you want him to fuck you, dear, you’d better encourage him.” I know he needed no such encouragement, but I was curious as to how Stephanie would react.

She tried to look back over her shoulder as well as she could, and spoke with her voice trembling with emotion, “Benny. Come on, boy. Fuck me. Stick that lovely dick into me, boy. Please, Benny!”

Was it coincidence? Benny immediately reared up, planted his front paws on her back, and started poking along her ass crack with his seeping cock. “Good boy,” I cooed to him as I guided that magnificent cock into Stephanie’s fragrant, sopping pussy. He felt the entrance at the head of his cock, and instinctively thrust its entire length into the receptive bitch under him. His paws slid back to lodge where her narrow waist became her broader hips, which gave him leverage. Dogs have only one speed when they fuck – full speed. He began humping her hard and fast. His weighty balls slapped hard against her pussy lips. The impacts of Sky’s balls on Helen were more muffled by his soft fur. Occasionally, a ‘pussy fart’ could be heard from the women, because the vigorous fucking sometimes pumps in air, which cunt contractions then expel.

Stephanie gasped loudly as she felt that firm, stick-like cock fill her tunnel so suddenly. “OMG! It’s so hot!” she cried out. “It feels like it’s on fire!” Those were the only intelligible words she spoke. Her eyes went out of focus as her body reacted to the animal’s intense fucking.

I looked at both lovely women being dominated by their respective beasts. Sky and Benny were humping them like living jackhammers. Sky had also pinned his booted front paws against Helen’s hips. As I watched the two canines in motion, it almost looked like they were having a race to see who could breed their bitch first. Restrained as they were, the women could only toss their heads back and forth, and side to side as their bodies were filled with these new sensations. The women were probably oblivious to their hair – Stephanie’s flaming red, and Helen’s golden blonde – whipping against their faces and shoulders with their head movements.

From time to time, the friends glanced over at one another. It was wonderful, seeing them do that. They were treated to the sight of their friend, strapped to the padded bench, servicing a dog. I’m sure this made manifest the fact that they looked the same way. They certainly moaned louder each time this occurred. The reality was sinking in that these dogs had claimed them as bitches to be fucked and bred.

My husband pointed down underneath the dogs’ haunches. I saw what he was indicating. The swollen base of each dog’s cock – his knot – had emerged, and they were being pressed against the women’s vaginal openings. Once those were fully lodged inside the entrance, they would swell even more, sealing the opening to the cunt.

Stephanie had seen me knotted at the dinner party, so she may have been expecting this to happen. I was uncertain if Helen was aware of this aspect of a dog’s anatomy, but when Sky started shoving his knot into her, she called out, “What’s happening? What’s that?” My husband whispered a quiet explanation into her ear.

Shivering and gasping, Stephanie cried, “OMG! It’s huge! It’s… It’s… stretching me! Ahhhhh!” Benny’s knot was inside her now, and inflating. He stopped his humping, because violent movements now would hurt his cock. Sky also stopped humping a few moments later.

I knelt beside Stephanie’s head. “Benny has knotted you, so tell me what you’re feeling now,” I whispered. Familiar as I was to these sensations, I wanted her to focus on them more fully.

“It feels like I’m so stretched open, I might tear,” she babbled. I assured her she would not, because our cunts are capable of amazing dilation. As I was stating this, she was taking several deep breaths to calm herself. She sighed. “Yes, it feels better now. And his cock feels like it’s softening, a little. Maybe that’s just because my opening is so big now.”

“No. You’re right. The cock shaft does soften at this point,” I confirmed.

Suddenly, Stephanie stiffened and shrieked, “He’s cumming! OMG, he’s cumming! Everything is vibrating! His cock feels like a fire hose, whipping around inside my cunt with each spurt! It feels like I can feel his heartbeat in his knot! Oh shit! There’s so much cum!” Perhaps because she heard her friend vocalizing these things, Helen started to cum underneath Sky.

“My cunt must be full! It feels like his cum is spreading right into my tummy!” Stephanie yelled. I was going to explain that she was probably feeling his sperm being forced through her cervix into her uterus, since it had no place else to go, but I decided to be quiet. I heard Stephanie’s bindings creak as her muscles bunched and went into spasms – she was in the throes of her orgasm!

Both women panted, sweated, and shivered as the dogs shot their copious loads of sticky dog cum into them. The dogs gradually stretched out along the naked backs below them, tongues lolling as they panted and drooled. Whenever a dog’s pelvis changed position or angle, he gave off a gentle whine, while his female partner winced, or whimpered. Shifting when fully knotted was painful. Both parties were stuck until the dog’s knot at least partially deflated.

After about 10 minutes, Sky scrambled and jerked backwards, pulling his cock out of Helen’s cunt with a squelching sound. I walked over and looked at her now gaping cunt hole, with globs of dog semen spilling out of it. My husband took a picture of Helen’s cunt at this moment, to share with her later. The scent of fresh dog cum is always intoxicating to me. I felt my knees get wobbly. If this had not been a training session for these new women, I might have tossed off my clothes and gotten down for Sky to use me, as well. But he was busy licking his cock and balls clean, anyway.

I had to have some of that cum. Kneeling behind Helen, I sucked at the stream of dog cum flowing from her cunt. Swallowing that, I opened my mouth wide enough to cover her dilated opening. Pressing my lips against her hot flesh, I sucked hard to get more of the cum out of her cunt. I also dug my tongue into her as deeply as I could, exploring her walls with it.

Rather than voice any disapproval, Helen moaned, “Oh yes… Suck me… Lick me… Oh god that feels heavenly.” My husband snapped a few pictures of me enjoying Helen. In the background, Stephanie, still knotted to Benny, was watching us, smiling blissfully. Eventually, I had cleaned Helen’s cunt as well as I could, tasting her cunt juices now mixed with Sky’s cum. I unbound the lovely blonde, and helped her sit up on her bench.

Maybe 7 minutes later, Benny began some impatient movements. He twisted around off of Stephanie’s back, and ended up standing behind her, his ass pressed against hers, and his cock pointing straight backwards into her cunt. Helen’s pupils dilated seeing this new position, perhaps unaware of how mobile a dog’s cock can be.

Benny started trying to walk away. Semen began seeping around the edges of his softening, deflating knot. When he finally yanked free, the squelching noise was loud indeed – Benny is a very well endowed dog.

My husband used his camera to document Benny’s cum flowing from Stephanie’s gaping cunt. I looked over and saw the front of his pants, tented by his stiff erection. Knowing my husband has a thing for redheads, I took the camera from his hands, saying, “I know you want her, dear. Get undressed. Do you want her face up or face down?”

He smiled at me, grateful for my understanding and acquiescence. “Face up, please, love,” he replied, starting to remove his shirt.

Carefully undoing the bindings that held Stephanie in place, I massaged her wrists as I whispered, “My husband’s going to fuck you, too. Please turn over and show him you want him.”

“I’d love to have him, Hostess,” she replied, turning over onto her back on the padded bench, “if that’s all right with you. But my cunt feels so stretched open – will this work?”

I giggled softly, “Of course it will. He’s a man. He’ll make it work.”

Stephanie smiled at this, and looking into my husband’s face, shot him a beaming smile and opened her arms in a welcoming gesture.

He was fully naked, and even if his cock was not as big as Benny’s, it still looked magnificent, stiffly jutting forward above his lightly furred scrotum. Returning Stephanie’s smile, he straddled the bench, and slipped his cock into the valley between her thighs. Everyone watched, even Helen, who quietly stepped closer, as my husband’s cock disappeared out of sight into Stephanie. It entered her vaginal tunnel, still well lubricated with Benny’s cum.

I took a picture showing how his cock caused another huge glob of cum to be disgorged from her vagina. The image showed the flaming red pubic hair covering her mound and outer labia all matted in a lovely mixture of human sweat and cum and animal semen. Maybe her whole vaginal tunnel could not close over his cock yet – it would return to its normal diameter soon, if Stephanie didn’t make it a habit to fuck huge dog cocks – but my husband was rubbing his cock against her upper wall for friction.

Stephanie had the inspiration to move her thighs closer together, tightening her cunt’s grip on his cock, making my husband gasp with approval. I know her red hair inflamed his passion, and he was quickly losing control, given that fact plus the facts that he was fucking a new woman, and had an appreciative audience. His hips bucked and churned, making Stephanie moan with happiness. She started playing with her gorgeous tits, and began rocking her pelvis up to meet his thrusts.

Mere minutes later, my spouse uttered a wail of satisfaction as his cock began spewing inside his lovely fuck mate. His sperm mixed with Benny’s. There was no doubt that Stephanie was pleased with his gift, because as he stretched out on top of her, she wrapped her arms around his back and kissed him passionately.

While they were kissing and cuddling, I felt out of place, being the only one dressed at that point. Helen helped me free of my clothing, taking the occasion to caress my more intimate areas, in appreciation for my earlier attention to her cunt. The lovely wench knelt down in front of my exposed cunt, and latched her ruby lips to it. She seized my hips to hold me firmly in place as she ate my cunt, and did not let go until the fluids from my orgasm squirted into her mouth.

Shaking in orgasmic aftershocks, I was completely satisfied that our trainees had passed with flying colors. They were lusty, sensuous women, and not afraid to show that and act upon it. When I had somewhat regained control of myself, I said, “Let’s all head back to the sitting room. Food and drink await us there.” We remained naked as we strolled back to the sitting room to refresh ourselves, and plan a dinner party and auction.

Strapped to the vertical table, Martin wondered what had happened to him.

Because of the full length mirror that he faced, he could see the tough leather straps that held him tightly to the table. One strap went horizontally across his slim, 5′ 9” body just above his hip bones. His hands were positioned perhaps two hands width lateral to each ear. Other straps threaded through narrow slots in the table to hold him at wrist, elbow, and upper arm. Straps at his thighs, just below his knees and ankles held his lower body in place with his feet slightly more than shoulder width apart.

A hard rubber bracket behind his head and a strap across his forehead prevented his head from moving – he could not turn side to side, only look straight ahead. Even if his head had been freed, he would not have tried to move it very much, due to the rope threaded forward from behind the table, across his throat, and threaded again out of sight behind the table. The rope was firm against his throat, but did not hinder his breathing.

His hands were encased in latex mittens, as were his feet. His suit coat was missing, as well as his power tie. As far as he could tell, he was otherwise clothed in the impeccable pale blue dress shirt and dark navy suit pants that he was wearing when he… What had he been doing? He remembered parking his car in the lot, and then strolling toward the club. Things were hazy after that.

“Oh yes, that’s right,” his fuzzy brain registered. Cindy, one of his submissives, had stepped out of the shadows to confront him. Her face showed a bruise from where he had slapped her the day before for not obeying him quickly enough. His Dom pride was piqued whenever one of his three girls was slow or disobedient. Cindy had enraged him enough that he had tied her, naked, face down on her bed and caned her ass and thighs until a few of her welts opened and drops of blood showed. He had left her like that, crying her eyes out for a half hour before untying her and heading straight home. Lesson learned.

“But Cindy could not have done anything to me. She was standing in front of me the entire time, practically yelling at me for being a bastard. I remember wondering where she had found a backbone,” he thought. “My other two girls, Paget, and my wife Sally, would never have the guts to talk to me that way. And Sally was waiting for me in the club, I’m sure, since I was giving her a little treat because she had apologized so very sweetly for making me tie her to that wall hook in our bedroom and whip her with my leather belt last week.” A powerful man, Martin liked reminding his women who was boss.

“Could Paget have been involved some way?” he mused. “She’s the most stubborn of the three, having the temerity to sass back at me, even though she knows the consequences.” He pictured her in his mind, the last time he saw her. “Kneeling in front of me, with her hands covering her lowered face as she wept. Her brunette hair cascading forward to cover her hands as her body was wracked with sobs.” He smiled, remembering. “I think I finally broke her spirit that night. I know I broke the handle of that hairbrush, spanking her bare ass. I loved pinning her over my lap, swatting her ass until it was deep purple with bruises like that. That sure taught her not to question my commands.”

He felt his cock stir inside his trousers as he revisited these fond memories. At age 14, he used to get erections just looking at pretty girls walking by. But now, at age 32, he found that he got the best erections by abusing women. Not young teenyboppers. They had to have some maturity, but not be too old either. Women in their mid 20s to mid 30s seemed perfect these days. Sally, Cindy, and Paget were prime examples of the victims he loved mistreating the most.

“But where am I?” he asked himself, coming back to his current situation. “How did I get here?” He looked up, down, right and left as far as his head restriction would allow. He could not even see the ceiling, so the room had to be big. It was well lit. He could not hear a sound, not even traffic. Wracking his brain, his last memories were still Cindy confronting him in the parking lot.

He stewed for a while, tugging at his restraints to no avail. Then he heard a door opening, rather far away. There were soft, scuffling footsteps – lots of them. “Sssshhh,” he heard several times. A bizarre sight came into view: five obviously female figures, three of them wearing masks and the other two wearing black hoods that completely covered their heads. Two of the masked women were leading the two that were wearing hoods, who obviously could not see.

When they got near the mirror, the masked women carefully removed the hoods from the women that they had been leading, revealing the faces of two complete strangers. These strangers were fresh-faced young blonde girls, probably no older than 18 years of age. Upon seeing Martin, they both briefly looked surprised and then huddled together giggling and whispering as they pointed in his direction. One had dirty blonde hair, streaked with green; the other’s blonde hair glowed so brightly, it was probably from a bottle.

One of the masked women spoke to them, “See? We keep our promises. There he is, and we’re going to have some fun with him.” Martin immediately recognized her voice. It was his wife, Sally, who was speaking. She continued, “So now you see why we couldn’t let you learn where this is located. I know you promised not to tell anyone, but it’s easier if you really don’t know where you were taken. He’s obviously being held here against his will.”

“You’re damn right I’m being held here against my will!” Martin shouted. He pulled at the leather straps, wriggling. “Let me out of this!”

Sally stepped up in front of him. “Now now, dear. We can’t have you making all this ruckus.”

Martin was shocked when Sally grabbed his nose, squeezing it shut. As he opened his mouth to breathe, she stuffed a rag into it, while another of the masked women ripped off a piece of duct tape, and pressed it over his mouth, sealing it shut. Sally released his nose, and he gratefully took a lungful of air through it.

Addressing the young blondes again, Sally said, “That’s so much better, don’t you think?”

Martin made unintelligible mumbled sounds of protest through the gag and tape, which sent the young blonde girls into another giggling fit. Their body language indicated that they were rather shy about being there.

“I know you don’t have much time to be here this evening,” Sally told the girls. “So we better get started. You told us that you’d never seen a penis before, and we promised that we’d show you one.”

“But Ma’am?” one piped up timidly. “He’s all dressed up. Are you going to unzip him or something?”

One of the other masked women stepped forward, brandishing a pair of scissors that looked extremely sharp. As she stepped beside him, her face turned slightly and he noticed the ugly bruise there. “OMG,” he thought, “she’s Cindy! Can the other one, the one standing with her arms crossed, possibly be Paget?” He tried shouting at them with his gagged mouth, but all his sounds just came out as grunts.

“Now hold real still, honey,” Cindy admonished. Her brown eyes glared through the holes in her mask into his normally blue ones, now shading green due to his stress. “I’d hate to cut you with these,” she continued, snipping the scissor jaws open and closed.

The blondes covered their eyes, but peeked through open fingers, watching in a very girlish manner as Cindy carefully inserted the scissors between Martin’s neck and shirt collar and snipped the collar through cleanly and easily. She continued snipping from his neck to his shoulder, and then along his arms. When she reached each leather restraint, she tugged the cloth hard enough to pull it out from under the leather, and continued cutting. In very little time, she finished one arm, and swiftly repeated her actions on the other arm. She had cut deeply enough that most of his undershirt was severed, as well. Sally helped her rip the scraps off him, leaving his upper torso bare.

“My turn,” the brunette with the crossed arms said. She was indeed Paget. Now that she had spoken aloud, she knew Martin was probably aware of their identities, so she removed her mask. Cindy handed her the scissors and stepped back, removing her own mask now, as did Sally. Paget pulled at his suit pants at the side of his hip and inserted the scissors. Martin watched in the mirror as Paget made a careful incision down the side of his trousers from hip to ankle, tugging material out from under the restraints as Cindy had done. When she finished, she deftly pulled his pants away. She’d been very careful – his jockey brief underwear was completely intact.

Turning, Paget held out the scissors. “OK, girls, who’s first?”

They both covered their mouths, hunched over, giggling frantically, with blushing red faces. “You do it!” the one on the left said, giving her friend a shove.

“No! You talked me into this! You do it!” rebutted her friend, returning the shove.

“You both are going to do it,” explained Paget. Pointing at the girl on the left, the shining blonde, “Come on,” she said in a reassuring tone.

After a bit of hesitation, the girl crept forward, and took the scissors from Paget with a quivering hand. Martin’s now greenish eyes widened in fear when he saw how shakily the scissors were being held. “What do I do?” the girl asked Paget.

“Hook your finger in the side of his underpants, right here,” Paget said. Martin felt her finger yanking his elastic waistband sideways, confirmed by what he saw in the mirror. “Then carefully cut straight down the side.”

The girl took her place, pulled at his underwear, and aimed the scissors downward. Martin held his breath with fear. Awkwardly, as if she had never held scissors before in her life, the young blonde sawed apart the material along the designated path. As it parted, that edge of his underpants drooped down, almost uncovering his cock. The material snagged though, in his bushy pubic hair.

Paget retrieved the scissors from the girl, and pointed at her friend. “You now,” she instructed. “Go to his other side.”

The girl shook her head, tossing her dirty blonde hair around. “I might hurt his wiener.” Martin could not stop himself from rolling his eyes, thinking, “How old are these brats? ‘Wiener’ she said. Who calls a penis that anymore?”

Paget said, “No sweetie. You’re just going to cut his underpants down the side, nowhere near it. It’s safe. It won’t bite.”

Her friend chimed in, “Chicken! I did it!”

“OK, OK,” the dirty blonde said in a tone of exasperation. She strode forward quickly, like she wanted to get an undesirable task done as quickly as possible, She grabbed the scissors, yanked and snipped the material almost without looking. Martin, reacting much too slowly, shrieked in fear moments after the girl had finished her task.

His underwear completely fell forward, dangling by the rear section trapped under his butt. His cock, shriveled by his fear, came into view. The girls looked at it briefly, and then scrunched up their eyes, both saying a sound like, “Eeuuuuuwwwww!” They looked away, but kept stealing glances at his exposed dick out of the corners of their eyes. Martin was mortified, being on obscene display like this. His humiliation intensified as he looked into the mirror and saw how limp he was. As his embarrassment increased, his dick seemed to shrivel even more.

“Yes, dear,” Sally confirmed. “But this is a rather sad example of one. Come and get a closer look,” she said, pulling his shredded underpants out from under his butt and tossing them aside.

The girls advanced slowly, curiosity overcoming their repugnance. They got so close, bending down, that Martin could not see them, other than in the mirror. One of them whispered, “Can I touch it?”

“By all means. Go right ahead,” Sally chortled.

Martin felt cold fingers tentatively grasping the shaft of his dick. “Oooo! It’s all squishy,” the girl said, closing and opening her fingers slightly. “And so wiggly,” she added, making it flop left and right with her fingers. All the women laughed long and loud. Sally whispered something into the girl’s ear. “Really?” the girl said. Her fingers pressed into the skin just behind his glans and pressed toward the base of his cock. His wrinkled foreskin slowly peeled back, revealing his tiny pink, shiny, cock head. “Eeuuuwwww,” the girls chorused together once again. The girl pushed the foreskin back into place.

“Let me try,” her friend said, taking the cock shaft in her fingers. She gleefully peeled and covered his cock head over and over. She also made it flop left and right, slowly at first, then gradually faster and faster. Really getting into it, she flipped it back and forth so fast it became a blur. To Martin’s abject dismay, he found none of this manipulation arousing – his dick stayed very limp and shrunken. The women laughing at his discomfort did not help any. When the girl let go of his shaft, the cock dangled straight down, nestling against his scrotum, his balls visible on either side of it.

“One more thing before you go, girls,” Paget told them. She held out a riding crop. “You need to spank this bad man with this, for a bit.”

The girls looked startled. “Hit him with that? Where?” one asked.

“Hmmmm,” Paget considered. “The sides of his hips will do, for a start. Like this.” So saying, she gave Martin two quick flicks on each of his sides, where the hip was becoming a thigh. He made a garbled protest through the gag, and squirmed.

“I guess I can do that,” the dirty blonde said, getting braver, now that the cock touching part was done. She took the crop, and swatted Martin in both the places Paget had indicated.

“Harder, sweetie. He’s a big tough he-man,” Paget informed her.

She grinned and swatted much harder. Martin flinched. She apparently liked that, because she repeated the swats, maybe 2 inches higher, catching the sides of his lower torso.

“Give me that,” her friend commanded. “That looks like fun!” she said with rather childish glee. Receiving the crop, she slapped Martin briskly along his sides.

“Good work, girls,” Paget commended them. “Now you need to finish up by swatting his dick and balls.”

“Ummm… but Ma’am, won’t that hurt him too much?” asked the blonde still holding the crop.

Without a word, Cindy turned her back to the girls and grabbed the bottom of her dress. Dramatically, she lifted it higher and higher, until the angry red cane marks came into view, with their glaring red and purple raised welts. Here and there a glistening drop of red blood seeped from some of the welts as Cindy’s flesh was distorted by the raising of her arms.

The girls stared at the mass of injured flesh covering Cindy’s ass and thighs, mouths agape. Nothing was said for perhaps a minute. Martin saw Cindy’s display, too, out of the corner of his eye. It was one thing to do that to a woman in private; it was completely different having his handiwork on public display.

“He… He did that!?” the dirty blonde choked out.

Lowering her dress carefully, wincing, Cindy turned to her and said, “Yes. And left me tied up after that, crying, for at least half an hour. This bastard has no remorse.”

The spell broke. Incensed, the blonde with the crop swiftly drew her arm back and slapped Martin’s cock with about all the force her arm could generate. Her muscles were not very developed, but the pain of that blow made Martin almost choke on the gag, trying to scream. The girl hit him several more times. His eyes were watering so badly, he could not see.

“Give me that!” the dirty blonde demanded. “You’re missing his balls!” Her first blow, delivered right on one of his testicles, caused such intense pain that he almost fainted. Fainting would have been a blessing, because she landed several more punishing blows on both of his testicles before Paget could finally grab the crop away from the highly angered girl. Martin was sobbing, his sexual area feeling like it was on fire. He wondered if he’d been permanently damaged.

“Enough? When he did that to her?” the dirty blonde almost shrieked. “He ought to have his wiener cut off and flushed down a toilet!”

Paget and Sally embraced the two shaking girls, whispering soothing sounds to calm them down. When they were rational again, Cindy formally thanked them for punishing him so thoroughly on her behalf. Turning to the dirty blonde, she winked, saying, “By the way, you can call it a ‘cock’, ‘penis’, or ‘dick’ rather than a ‘wiener’, now that you have such intimate knowledge of it. That broke the emotional chill, and soon all five women were laughing together again, ignoring Martin.

The girls had to get home, so Cindy and Sally helped them put their hoods back on, and led them out of the room to the car for that journey. Paget stayed, pulling up a chair where Martin would be able to see her. She watched the tears still streaming down Martin’s face. After a moment, she stood up, yanked the duct tape roughly off his mouth, and dragged out the cloth gag. She sat down again, smiling.

Martin barely noticed the pain from the duct tape being removed so roughly. His attention was riveted to the agony coming from his groin. He moaned and sobbed like a baby, eyes so tear-filled he was blinded.

Finally, Paget said disgustedly, “Oh shut up! You can dish it out, Mr. he-man. But you sure can’t take it. What do you think it feels like when you kick us in our cunts? Or do to us what you did to poor Cindy?”

She began an explanation, speaking slowly, as if to a child, or to a person whose native language wasn’t English. She knew she had time to pass before Cindy and Sally returned.

“I saw you and Sally sitting together at the movies maybe 3 months ago. I had no idea she was your wife, but I was curious. When she went to the ladies room, I followed her in and we got to talking. She was understandably upset that you were fooling around with me, too. She started following you when you went out, and saw you visiting with Cindy. After you left and went to a bar, she doubled back, and met Cindy – she even helped Cindy with the broken lip and black eye that you’d given her. The three of us have been comparing notes ever since.”

Martin blubbered with misery, both from the pain and from hearing how he’d been found out.

“We knew we had to teach you a lesson. What you did last night to Cindy was the last straw, beating her raw like that, and leaving her tied up. When Sally heard, she mentioned the club where she was to meet you for dinner. We set it up quickly, putting the plans we’d formulated previously into motion.

“Cindy confronted you in the parking lot. I came up behind you quietly and tasered you as you started to reach out to hit her again. You went down like a felled ox, jerking. Sally pulled the car up, and in moments, you were in the back seat with me, while Cindy got in.

“A quick drive to this deserted warehouse, that I rented under an assumed name, and we had you strapped to this special table. This place is well stocked with all we need for a while. The three of us went out for drinks, and ran into those two ditzy blondes, who were not having any luck with their fake IDs. On a lark, we bought a couple of extra beers and took them out to the car to chat. They asked what we were doing tonight. When they heard we were going to play with the penis of a guy all tied up, they laughed and said they’d never even seen a penis for real. So we invited them along, making sure they could never find this place again.

“We only put on our masks to make you wonder for a while who held you captive. Once you heard our voices, there was no reason to hide our faces any longer. Understand, you arrogant ass hole?”

Martin looked miserable. The pain in his groin had abated a little as Paget had drawn out her lengthy story of the events leading up to this moment. Forgetting his predicament, he tried to nod in response, and could not move his head. “Y… y… yes,” he blubbered.

“And now you are ours, you jerk,” Paget said, with venom in her voice. “No one comes near here. You can cry for help, scream, whatever. It’ll do you no good at all.”

“What… what are you going to do to me?” he fairly sniveled.

“Just think back to all those things you’ve done to Cindy, Sally, and me,” she smiled grimly. “Payback’s a bitch, so they say – in your case, three bitches. We can do just about anything we wish, short of killing you. Luckily for you, you’ve never maimed one of us, so we feel that’s off the table, too.”

Martin’s heart sank. He thought of the many, many indignities he’d heaped on these women. He was about to reap what he’d sown. He wasn’t looking forward to it. “Please let me go, Paget. I promise to be good to you all, now. Honest. Please believe me.”

Paget liked hearing him plead. It was music to her ears. Too bad the other two women had not yet returned to hear him whining and pleading. “Oh, we’ll let you go,” she assured him. After a nice pause, she added, “when we’re quite done with you.” Her voiced dripped with threat.

“How did these women get the balls to do this?” Martin thought frantically. “They were always so cowed in my presence. I would never believe they could do something like this.”

Almost as if she was reading his mind, Paget stated, “I bet you’re wondering how we could pull this off – plan this. It never even occurred to you to ask what I did for a living. To you, I was just a piece of meat, to play with as it suited you. Well, buster, I’m an engineer – and a damn good one. I designed several objects that we’ll use with you. For instance, that table that you’re bound on. That’s a design of mine. Watch.”

She stepped up to the table, did something under it, and then pressed on it above his head. The world tilted! One moment he was looking forward at the mirror, and the next moment he was staring up at the ceiling far overhead! Paget locked the table in the now horizontal position.

“Nice, huh?” she inquired with a smile. I can even tilt it farther, so you’re upside down. And it’s very stable. She dragged over a small set of steps, and stepped up onto the table, straddling him. She walked toward each edge of the table, and it barely vibrated. “I’m proud of this design. I may patent it.” She stepped back off, leaving him on his back. Now he couldn’t see much of anything, unless a person loomed over the table. With less information of what was transpiring, his sense of helplessness increased.

A distant door opened and closed. Footsteps echoed, coming closer. “I see my wonderful husband is on his back now,” Sally said, the word ‘wonderful’ uttered with sarcasm.

“Yep, just getting him ready,” Paget confirmed. “We can change now.” After a brief pause, she added, “Oh here, Cindy. Before you put that on, let me apply some more of this salve on your welts. Hopefully, by morning, you’ll feel much better.”

Martin strained his ears, hearing the rustling of clothing, wondering what the women were doing.

“Oh! I really like that on you, Paget,” Cindy exclaimed.

“Thanks. I got it specially for this occasion,” Paget purred.

Pinned to the table, naked and vulnerable, Martin wondered what they were talking about.

“OK, Stand here so you’ll be behind the table when I pivot him,” Paget told the other two women. Again, she manipulated the table’s mechanism, and Martin’s world pivoted until he faced the mirror again. He could only see Paget’s hand at the top of the table, guiding it into position.

After a momentary pause, Paget stepped into view, walked between the mirror and the table, and turned to face him. She wore a sleeveless black dress, with bare shoulders, neck and upper chest. The top edge of the dress skimmed along her breasts just above the upper edge of her areolae. The soft looking material clung to the curves of her waist and hips, and cascaded down to her ankles. Shiny black leather stilettos with perhaps 5 inch heels could be seen at the edge of the dress.

Martin was a little disappointed that the dress covered Paget’s lovely legs so thoroughly. But she then smiled, striking a sultry pose, flinging back her lustrous brunette hair, placing her hand on one hip and extending the leg on her other side forward. The dress had a slit, and Paget’s leg, knee, and almost all of her thigh were revealed in their splendor. Martin’s cock tried to stir at this sight, but the pain inflicted by the girls made him wince as blood made a vain attempt to engorge it.

Cindy stepped out from behind the table and into Martin’s line of sight. She had combed her dark brown hair to one side, partially covering her face, hiding the bruise there. Her torso was clad in a tight green bustier/corset, which pushed her waist inward. This same garment flared wider at both top and bottom. Cindy had chosen it, because the flared bottom put no pressure on the raw marks from the caning she had received. For panties, she had donned a translucent silky-looking material through which he could see a hazy image of her slit. She stood in platform heels, and when she struck her own sultry pose, she leaned forward. Her lovely tits almost spilled out of the wider bustier top – there was a hint of the darker brownish-pink flesh of each areola visible.

Martin actually moaned slightly at this display, since his cock was trying again to stiffen, causing him renewed pain.

Then it was Sally’s turn to come forth. The first thing Martin saw was her hot pink short-shorts, tightly clinging to the globes of her ass cheeks as she wiggled her way to stand with the other women. Indeed, the bottom edges of both ass cheeks were visible as she crossed the floor in matching hot pink pumps. Her whole back was uncovered, almost as if she was topless. The soft waves of her brunette hair hid the small pink string that crossed behind her neck. When she turned to face him, he saw she wasn’t topless, but virtually so. Hanging from the pink string coming down either side of her neck was a draping of some silky material, still in the hot pink theme. This draping almost reached the shorts at her waist, but had a plunging center that revealed the inner half of each of her tits, and exposed her navel. She shimmied slowly side to side, tantalizing him as the material shifted left and right, offering him brief glimpses of more of her breasts.

Martin’s cock would not be denied by this display provided by these three young, slim, sexy women. It began the currently painful process of erection, causing Martin to groan pitifully. Tears welled up in his eyes, and trickled down his cheeks. He feared his sexual equipment was ruined for life.

As he cried, the three women stared at him. Through his tears he saw no evidence of mercy on any of their faces. They actually grinned at his dilemma. Paget, standing in the center was obviously in charge. She embraced the other two women and pulled them closer to her. Each turned their face to hers to receive a passionate kiss from her. Her hand brushed one of Sally’s panels sideways, fully revealing her breast, which she softly caressed. Cindy scooped one of her breasts up out of the bustier, offering its nipple to Paget’s lips. The women kissed and caressed while Martin’s cock engorged until he was gasping in pain. He finally shut his eyes to stop the visual stimulation, but he could still hear the sounds of kissing and sucking.

Shutting his eyes might have been a bad idea, because he was startled when his manhood was grasped harshly right at the base of his shaft by a hand squeezing it hard. His eyes flew open in shock, to see Paget gripping him there. She leaned over, and he could not stop himself from looking down into the valley this revealed between her breasts.

Sally stepped up, and bent forward; the pink material drifted forward as well, revealing both her breasts. As she did this, she seized his ball sack in her hand, and grinned mischievously as her thumb and fingers pressed his testicles firmly against one another, and then pulled them straight down as far as they would stretch. He choked and cried out at the discomfort this caused.

Cindy strode up, and with great deliberation, began swatting the head of Martin’s cock, covered by his foreskin. Martin yipped with each swat.

Paget said, “Just a moment, Cindy. Let me give you a better target.” She released her grip at the cock base, and grabbed up higher on its shaft. Pressing her hand slowly back toward his pubic hairs, she and the other two women watched as his foreskin peeled back, revealing his darker, sensitive glans. “There. He’ll feel it more there.”

As Cindy started swatting his now unprotected glans, Martin’s eyes bulged out, and the veins on his neck stood out as he shrieked with each painful blow. His body squirmed, instinctively trying to evade the impact of her hand. It didn’t help a bit. The leather straps held him firmly in place. His cock didn’t go limp from pain this time, since Paget’s firm hand held the blood trapped in it. Cindy growled, “This is nowhere near as bad as that caning, you fucker!” She added, rhetorically, “But remember all the times you laughed as you used a crop on our cunts and clits?”

After what seemed to be an eternity to Martin, Cindy stopped, explaining, “My arm is tired.” Sally gave Martin’s scrotum an agonizing twist, and let go.

Paget told the others, “His pubic hairs are scratchy. They have to go.” Quickly fetching shaving cream and a safety razor, she lathered him from his navel to the base of his penis, and also his inner thighs. With what seemed to be a practiced hand, she held his cock head in her hand to keep it out of the way while she applied the razor in smooth strokes of varying length. The other two women crowded in to watch, once again giving Martin a glimpse of their tits as they leaned forward.

When his lower abdomen was bald, Paget cleared the hairs from his inner thighs, the other women assisting by holding his ball sack up and to the side, out of the way. Paget wiped away the soap residue with a warm, wet cloth. “Notice that I left the hairs on his scrotum, and that he has some fine, stray hairs actually up on the shaft of his dick?” Paget asked. The others nodded. “I could use the razor there, but I have another idea – a better one.”

Martin, who was squeamish about a razor being anywhere near his sexual equipment, was partially relieved, but also fearful about what ‘better’ might mean to Paget, in her current mood.

She equipped herself with a small pair of scissors, and, pulling his scrotum this way and that, trimmed his long, errant pubic hairs down to a length of about one half of an inch. Martin couldn’t look directly at what she was doing – he could only watch in the mirror, and try not to jump with each tug and snip of the scissors. He sighed in relief as Paget set down the scissors.

But then she wheeled into place a large magnifier with a light all the way around its brim. Holding his cock by its head, she moved it up, down, and to each side, delicately plucking the hairs off its shaft with tweezers. Each pluck felt like a tiny pin prick as she did this, quite tolerable in his opinion, compared to what had been done to him thus far.

Then she started on his scrotum itself.

Each pluck of these hairs, firmly embedded in the thin sensitive skin there, was like a bee sting. Martin hissed out a breath with each sharp tug. His cock started to sag.

Sally’s cool hand working on his now smooth cock shaft had the desired effect – his penis stiffened again. The stinging plucks went on. And on. At one point Cindy asked, “Should it bleed like that?” Martin’s eyelids flew up wide hearing the word ‘bleed’ being said.

“Yeah,” Paget answered. “Sometimes the hair bulb itself is yanked out, and it has a tiny blood vessel attached to it. Nothing to worry about. The bleeding stops almost instantly.”

When one woman tired, another took over. Martin was in a blaze of agony, tinged with the excitement of having his cock stimulated constantly to full turgidity. Hours passed. His scrotum had a lot of hairs. The women even managed to pluck what hairs they could reach that encircled his ass hole, by pulling up hard on his cock and balls. Those were certainly the most agonizing! The women laughed at his protestations, and finished their work. His entire sexual area was completely devoid of hair.

“We need some rest,” Sally said. “It’s bedtime.”

“I have a nice big bed here for the three of us,” Paget replied. “But you, Mister, will stay as you are. Since I’m feeling generous, I’ll let you doze on your back.” She tilted the table to horizontal again. “But let’s keep this stiff all night,” she said, snapping a tight leather cock harness onto his cock and balls. “The pressure will prevent the blood from draining away. It’s better than Viagra.”

The women sarcastically saluted Martin’s ‘flagpole’ and then strolled far away from him to settle into bed together. The lights overhead went out. He could only see a dim glow that might be located in a far corner of the huge room. He slept fitfully, his erect cock throbbing from its trapped blood. His dreams were plagued by the memories of what he had done to them, and what they were likely to do to him in revenge.